Lance watched as the people played their games and as food and drink were brought out. An hour or so had passed, but Lance still deciding to keep his armor on. It was easier to put on than take off. His sword was sheathed and hilt buckled on his side, to prevent anybody from taking it out without reason. His shield was still in his left hand, to the point where he had almost forgotten about it. Almost. His lance, was strapped to his back still, sharp end covered by a thick sturdy leather cover, an pointed upwards. Far out of reach from Veronica. He had recently given the poor assassin to the man called Jack. Fearing Jack might kill him, he gave J one of his Regeneration potions. Just in case he needed it. The other potion was still strapped to his belt, capped off with a cork in a vial. In the meantime, Lance had gotten a book from the manor's library. This book detailed different types of plants that could be found in the country, as well as some of their properties. All from poison-thorned plants to medicinal herbs.