Torm barked a laugh, a sound as imposing and prepossessing as the knight who wielded it. He could see his adversary's expression even through Haukenbrass's closed great helm just by the older knight's lack of a reaction. At least until Torm had laughed. 

"What's so amusing knave?" Haukenbrass asked acidly. The Knight lowered his lance threateningly. Torm couldn't hope to beat him in a duel unless he somehow bypassed the lance, since Torm did not have one himself. He was still confident his former superior wasn't actually going to attack him, even if the rules of honor could give him leeway. Haukenbrass had come here to demote him, not get his armor dented in a meaningless fight with no payment or glory to show for it. 

"My new friend." Torm said sincerely. A grin on his face, he turned Lycurgus around so Haukenbrass saw the stallion's ass. "Fare thee well, Sir. I merely wanted to serve my lord Baron, but I think I'll take my business elsewhere. Perhaps we'll meet again at the tournament circuit." [i]Or in battle[/i], he thought silently. Inner provincial powers always vied for supremacy as long as they paid homage to the king. It was quite easy to see that he could someday be on a battlefield and find himself fighting to the death against former comrades. With a click of his tongue, Lycurgus began to canter away, now moving southward along the rode on this ever warming and sunny day. 

As they began to pick up speed into a gallop, Torm felt an odd rush of freedom. Sure, he wasn't employed anymore. His armor wouldn't be cleaned or his horse shoed, nor would he have a permanent residence or any sort of job security. And yet...he didn't feel too effected by. Not at the current moment anyway. Perhaps later he would feel lost, but at the moment all he needed was a good drink. He didn't want to drop the woman off in the middle of the road, and he had truly nothing to lose. 

"Madam, erm-" He began over the wind, realizing he didn't know her name. He laughed at how formal he was. "Hey, would you like a drink? I'm getting one, and after the night you had I'm sure you could use one too." 

Lycurgus galloped another few miles down the road before Torm turned him eastward, through a small wooded area and up a hillock to a hamlet Torm knew as Raffordshire. Immediately Juliette would see the difference in architecture to the province she had been in before her enchantment. The houses were made of stone, with wooden thatched roofs and some had collapseable stairs leading up to second story doors. There were no bottom floor windows on any building save one, and single story houses had two entrances, many with underground tunnels where they could insulate heat from a fire to help warm their homes. 

Torm reined Lycurgus at the tavern, the only place that seemed a bit less defensible than the other structures. A young girl in a wool dress and carrying a basket hurried past them, just as two older men laughed and stepped off the deck to go continue their business elsewhere. The Knight helped the lady off the stallion, looking up at the sky and seeing no clouds in sight. "Not to be forward, but I'm buying. I might have lost my patron but you've had it a bit worse." He told her.