<em>Best learn soon, dear. These men look half ready to follow you into the gates of Hell, if you gave the order. Of course, telling them about the trolls certainly didn't hurt. The Summer Knight has a wonderful reputation already, and adding 'slaying twenty trolls single-handedly' to the list doesn't hurt it.</em><br/><br/>The riders snap a salute in return, unfamiliar from what he's used to, but still clearly a salute. "Don't worry, we'll give them a ride back," the leader of the group says, the mounted soldiers spreading out, and picking up the rescued individuals, and sliding them up onto the horses as well. His insistence on going on foot, and then matching pace with the horses, only further awes the troops, impressing upon them the Knight's superhuman status.<br/><br/>The camp is large, but controlled with a clear, military precision, and he's quickly escorted to a large tent near the heart of the camp. Inside, he finds Sapphire, seated at a table covered with a map of the region, along with a number of obviously high ranking individuals, though everyone is deferring to a younger-looking man; handsome, but not overly attractive, with keen blue eyes, and the lean musculature of someone who's trained with a weapon for years. He looks up as Caiaphas enters, and smiles. "Ahh, this must be the man we've heard so much about. A pleasure to have you amongst us, Sir Knight. I am Prince Nicholas," he says, offering his hand for a firm handshake.