Name: Hildebrand Junker<br/>Location: Outside the Knight's Shield<br/>Time: Day 1, Noon<br/>Tagged: Vera Hellatious<br/><br/>Young Hildebrand dragged his forearm across his brow, using the sleeve of his white tunic top mop up the beads of sweat. He was a child of the cool northlands and this southern heat, added to the choking press of humanity was nearly torture upon him. Even now, with his forehead so recently cleaned, more perspiration was appearing but at least he wasn't the only one suffering. Half a dozen other lads, all dressed like him in white tunic and surcoat, sat before the inn, each doing a duty to their knight master. Most, himself included, were polishing or scouring armor, making sure that rust did not takes with the heavily used steel, although one of the boys (and they were boys compared with his own seventeen years), was mending tact for his master's horse. For a moment, he paused, thinking of the tests he would soon be taking, to prove himself worthy of being knighted and win his spurs. He wasn't sure yet, if he was going to strike out on his own or try to find an overlord yet but he was hoping that a spot would be open in the Lions and that he would be allowed to join their elite ranks.<br/><br/>Giving himself a mental shake, he was about to go back to polishing the breastplate he was holding, when the squire noticed that four horsemen had arrived in front of the Knight's Shield. Three wore leathers and carried spear and sword like they knew how to use them. Mercenaries or maybe hard used militia, he thought, having seen such men over the years. The forth and final member, he couldn't tell much about, thanks to their long cloak but the arrows and quiver marked them an archer. The leader of the group, if he wasn't mistaken, by the way the others clustered around them. He squinted, trying to see more about this strange archer, as they dismounted before the inn but it didn't do much for him, so the youth decided to try calling out.<br/><br/>"Come for the tourney" asked Hildebrand, in a loud voice, causing the other squires to look up and then turn their attention to the strangers.