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Lucian looked up towards the Knight whose face was still covered. It was not out of any distain the Peasant thought but that he did not see it just to show it to a mere peasant. The livery of blue and gold were striking well and the shield that was upon the man’s arm hosted a grail filled with grapes. A pendant adorned his chest and the sigil of the man’s house was carried by a griffin that was upon his helm.
Lucian remembered what he was told. Those who do not have to show their faces and whose heraldry tell you exactly who they were. Even a peasant like Lucian quickly realized that the man who he spoke to was a Knight of the Realm, a ranking Lord who must have had great powers vested.
And in that second Lucian’s eyes made contact with the Knight’s.
His heart and mind were ensnared in that moment by the man’s gaze. He was a Knight and this was the ruler, “What village are you of?”
“I… I am of Verac.” Answered Lucian as he felt his heart skip a few beats.
He could feel it there. The questioning of such a statement that the Knight could barely believe the words that were spoken. The ire remained upon him for a moment more.
“Begone.” He said simply before putting his back towards Lucian and his Sister.
The Peasants felt this breaths out for a moment and steadied them. Focusing them to a single point where calmness could be achieved. They were lucky in that, lucky in keeping their livelihoods and not found wanting by the Lord who controlled this region.
“Aquitaine is just a little further ahead.” Lucian said as he caught his breath, “Lets get them dropped off.”
>>Who is the buyer of the fruit?
>The Local Monastery
>Markets!
>Tavern
