<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.turbosquid.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/3DFantasyKnight.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kale<br/><strong>Role</strong>: Knight Commander<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Essaline, Kariani, Lorenzo<br/><br/>Garrett wasn't a man of grace or refinement.  He was absolutely simple in comparison to the First Blade.  But that is precisely why the Knight Commander placed such stock in a man like him.  For he could see and not be seen.  He was not a memorable man.  Nevertheless, he rushed past the royal retinue of spearmen, crying hoarsely,  "First Sword!  Please wait!"  He stopped before him, sliding to an urgent stop.   "Prince Kale sent me, m'lord!  The Aserits entered through the rear of the city, and he is to go to meet them!"  Like many, Garrett assumed that the First Blade and the Prince were close, since the master swordsman was so close to the King.   "He sent me to tell you and rode out!"  And he stood there, gaping, expecting another command.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Sir Ralph had in his company the worthy Sir Pontius, a stalwart blade, and the two met with their leader, who stood taller than both of them aboard that fearsome charger.<br/><br/>"Alas, m'lord, Sir Pontius and I are prepared to follow you to hell!" Sir Ralph said in his Sir Ralph way.<br/><br/>"Then let us be quick, and let us ride!"<br/><br/>The Knight Commander maneuvered the charger around on its hind legs, pulled the reigns and shouted,  "Hyaaa!"  And the tirade of hooves pounded the ground into submission.  The knights charged through the crowd, Sir Ralph yelling,  "Move out of the way, for the Knight Commander roams!"  And the crowd separated and let the knights through.  Not because of their resolve to follow Sir Ralph's commands, but because the future King looked like a demon atop his saddle.