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— Candaeln —[/center]

[i]Sir[/i] Indrau groaned and wiped a hand across his face. Gone was his chance to sit, drink and brood in peace. They should know well enough that he hated titles, especially when applied to him. He never considered himself a Knight, with a capital K. Indrau was merely a knight, one that followed and supported (and called people idiots when they really needed it). Even the captain only warranted being called by her last name. They must enjoy tormenting him, to act in such a way.

Of course, how low would he'd have sunk if he became angry with the maids. He sighed and unbuckled his sword belt, setting it in a corner by the doorway. The bracers and pauldrons came off next, these being dumped unceremoniously on the floor next to the blade. Indrau now rolled up his sleeves and limped over to the counter, grabbing a knife. He pointed to the pink haired maid with his opposite hand.

"Go fetch the meat then. Beef. Has to be red meat. Good for the blood and builds muscle."

He didn't like being treated like anyone special but they wouldn't be happy with him helping. And that short one certainly needed to be given something to do. He had been tempted to leave, but that would be to admit defeat and the Crippled Lion wasn't one to walk away from a battle.