Character: Erwin von Ritter and Lothar von Koertig<br/>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br/>Time: Day 1 Noon<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/><br/>"Well" grumped Lothar, "That was impressive."<br/><br/>Both he and Erwin were sitting in the stands, close enough to the royal box, that they could be seen plainly from it and were dressed in the similar manner. Sleeveless surcoat, red for the Lion of the North and black of his guard's commander, with rampant gold lion in the middle of the chest, over a red tunic with black woolen braies, stockings and heavy leather boots. Each had a longsword belted around their waist, over the surcoat. Just by looking at them, you could easily tell them apart from any other of the two hundred knights or men-at-arms, who had ridden south with them, all of whom wore red tunics and white surcoats with rampant golden lion, in the middle of the chest. Just like how you could have told them apart from the squires and pages that followed as unofficial members of the Lion Company, was their age and the fact those who hadn't won their spurs, wore white tunics, instead of red.<br/><br/>The two men, the company, with pages, squires, cooks, armors and a number of nobles with retainers, had ridden into the city less the an week ago. A party of ten of them, had taken rooms at the The Knight's Shield, while the rest of the company had disperse to find rooms in the inns and taverns of the city. Almost at once, their men had started telling stories of the campaigns in the north, of battle and skirmish. Tales of raids by barbaric mountain tribesmen and their cruel allies, the horsemen of Great Steppe, from beyond the Border Mountains.<br/><br/>"Impressively stupid" continued Lothar, "They must breed 'em that way here in the south. Never even seen one those those brutes from the tribes act like such a lout."<br/><br/>"Maybe he paid his way in" said Erwin, dismissively and shrugged, "Or maybe I'll be lucky and half of the comparators will be that stupid."<br/><br/>The two of them started to laugh, loud enough to be heard by those in the princess's box.