Autumn 1098 SR
Dancers twirled around the floor in graceful movements as the bard, Rascalian, played the lute, his melodic voice floating along with the music. Charlaine, never the one for such finery, stood to the side, other matters occupying her thoughts. Danica came up beside her, her eyes on the nobles and their fine clothing.
"It"s a bit much, isn"t it?" said the younger knight.
"It"s the way of nobility, to display their wealth through their clothes and jewellery. In a sense, we"re no different."
"How can you say that? We took a vow of poverty."
"And yet here we are in fine tabards and expensive armour. Are we really all that different?"
"Of course," said Danica. "We care for others. These nobles only care for themselves. At least we were here to return most of the missing men
