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As they traveled down the roads of cobblestone they noticed someone in the distance. It was a single person who was upon the back of a horse. Upon instinct the two peasants and their donkey walked to the side of the road and stopped themselves for the rider to go by.
The beast that the man road had its muscles actuated and strength easily presented. Each step that the beast made was with purpose and not a subtle form of dullness within the creature's mind. It knew that it was powerful and a lord amongst peasants.
Upon its back was a man wearing blue and gold livery of Aquitaine. His head was held high as he knew there was no reason to look down upon the ground. Said head was in an ornate plate of steel with holes cut into it for both the eyes and mouth. Upon it was a trident symbolizing that he was indeed a lord of Aquitaine.
He rode forward with a white cloak billowing within the air. He did not seem to care about the peasants or the terrain that he was walking, only that he was traveling towards the destination of whatever tournament or quest that he was tasked with.
Lucian and Odgu bowed their heads upon his approach. The sound of the horse’s hooves striking the dirt as it reached them. They were to show him respect, but in some way Lucian also felt a tinge of fear towards the Knight. To be in front of someone with enough authority to cut them down was enough. However, the thing that Lucian had for the Knight was the admiration that all peasants of Bretonnia felt.
A Knight was the standing embodiment of the Lady’s charge. Each of them on a path to try and attain a sip from the Grail to become a Grail Knight just like Gilles le Brton. Many of the Knightly Houses have at one point hosted a Grail Knight. It is for this blood that they each inherited strength that placed them above the common peasant in a display of might and majesty.
When the Knight was at his closest the sound of the hooves stopped. A shiver of anticipation and fear crept into the heart of Lucian as he realized the warrior was just a few yards infront of him.
There was no sounds of a sword being drawn though. Instead the bark of a voice far more smooth than anything Lucian had heard before.
“Peasant boy, raise your head and face me.” The orders were clear.
