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— Candaeln —[/center]

He looked frustrated for a moment after closing the firebox. Every instinct told him to simply walk aware from this situation that was quickly going downhill. No, that was not the action of a lion and not the action of a knight. Indrau took a couple of steps and took Beatrices hand in both of his own. He bent uncomfortably at the knee to put his face level with hers, not letting the pain register on his face.

"You're doing a fine job. Knights should live to help people and that is what I do. Like you do. I can't fight as well as I used to so please let a crippled old knight help out in any way he can."

The knight straightened up again, looking around and becoming aware of the new group of bystanders. This time he was lost for words.