<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i.pinimg.com/originals/7f/39/c3/7f39c307f281f7f340a2e4cf57675ea7.png)<br/>Kasala</div></div>The elven returned a playful smile. "I believe Cassandra Ruxvan once suggested that be your family motto," she said. Reaching out her hand, Sir Pelliton's fallen shield floated into her hands. "Pelliton's title is evidently more than an affectation of nobility. This constellation is called the Tower, an emblem of tyranny, and his magic appears to be drawn from the stars themselves. Evidently, he serves more than just House Greymantle."<br/><br/>"Well, whatever he is, I'm glad someone finally put him in his place!" Giselle stood in the doorway of the Reluctant Pig, looking thoroughly impressed. "I tried a couple of times, and he left me with these," she gestures to the scars on her face. "He was bad enough back when I was in Bedegar. Back when the 'Knights of Three Roses' were just a bunch of sellswords called the Thorns." She shrugs. "In any case, you just earned yourself a free room at my inn. I'd offer you free drinks, but everyone in the village is going to want to buy you a round, and I'm not going to stand in the way of their money."<br/><br/>Indeed, there are faces pressed against windows up and down the street. Whatever worries they may have harboured have evaporated as they regard their new hero with awe and reverence.