OOC: Okay, I'll take the job
A young man stepped out of the rather long line of knights waiting to sign up, and moved forward. His black hair was short and curly, and despite an ugly looking scar to his left temple he could certainly be considered quite handsome. He wore brown padded armour, and no doubt he had the breastplate to go over it somewhere nearby.
The man bowed deeply to the knight in need.
"Sir Tancred the Foesmyte, knight of Helm, forgive me for being late. As your squire, I should know better than to linger at the market."
He looked at the herald.
"I'm his squire. Can we go on now so milord has time to prepare for the joust? I'll need a couple of minutes to get the rust off his armour, milord swam for miles chasing that last drake 'ere he slew her."