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Lucian felt his heart swell at the chances that were given to him. He could not really consider anything else and instead gave his response as soon as it could comprehend it, “I accept, Count Ramon.” The words were spoken as he gave a gingerly grip upon the hilt of the sword.
“Good. You shall henceforth act as my squire and take up the responsibilities that I cannot.” He said with a moment’s ponderment, “In a sense you will be acting as a Squire from the Empire and not of our lands.”
“I see.” In truth Lucian did not know what the man was talking about but he understood that at the very least his circumstance will be different.
A squire of Bretonnia was one who tended to the horses and arms of the Noble Knight to whom they served. There was nothing more than that to the understanding of Lucian. There was no path forward to becoming a Knight or even a Yeoman for such a position generally did not place someone in the line of combat.
The suspicion that Lucian now held, for his Master spoke of the Empire, was that he was going to be much more active than others.
As those words were traded the sound of glasses clanging could be heard. The two of them turned to see a stout and bearded Adok walking over with a small keg in a hand and three glasses within the other. He settled the keg on the ground and popped it open with a flick of his hands.
“Its always nice to have a drink after a battle.” The Dwarf said as he took a small ladel and filled each of the cups with Aquitaine wine, “Here you go Lucian, here ya go Ramon.”
There was a small moment’s confusion upon the faces of the two humans. Lucian took both of their cups and handed one to the Count. As they did so Adok already had his glass in the air in a gesture of comradery, “Cheers, for Squire Lucian!”
The two humans gave their response with the Count giving it more gusto than what Lucian could put into it. If the Peasant Squire had to guess it was that the Count was not going to start regretting his decision now that it was made. It was not the way of Nobleman to be second guessing their declarations after they had been made. Doubly so when it was a vow just like the one he made.
As the Count removed the drink from his lips he spoke, “Runesmith Adok, I wish to commission you create chain mail for my Squire. You can use the metal from my fallen limb if you wish.” The Fallen Knight said with a gesture towards the fallen limb.
“Aye, I can do that.” The Dwarf announced with a gleam in his eyes.
