Gillian laughs sheepishly at the young woman's excitement. “Sad to say that's probably the most knightly tale I’ve got. You’d be positively amazed how much time as a knight is spent on the mundane parts. Most of it marching.” He says, leaning back in his chair a bit more, getting comfortable. “More over, a lot of the tactics I used I learned while I was an apprentice furrer. So more...peasantly valor than knightly.“ He grins to himself a little. “When I got back, Parnella...the knight who sponsored my induction into the order” He says, explaining the name drop. 

“But when I got back and told him about it, the man looked near ready to blow a blood vessel that I’d run into that fight without backup AND injured. Got a lecture for the better part of a fortnight after that.” He says, eying the windows (looking for any suspicious intruders who might be slinking in the dark) before sighing a bit. He missed working with the old man, though he’d be the first one to stop him if the elder so much as threatened to mount his horse for battle. He shakes the nostalgia from his head, turning his gaze towards Ian. “What about you Ian? Handsome young hundi like yourself surely got a story or two for her highness.” He asks, not wanting to move the story telling back into the old rogue skulking in the corners hands. Atleast not yet.