Making more noise than would be healthy in most areas, two men on a lightbrown charger rode into Blandamour's camp before the paladin could reply to Sanael's words.
"I say," the well-dressed front rider said. "A damsel in distress? I do so hope we have the time to exchange pleasantries still."
Keeping his back straight, he helped himself from the saddle. The young man behind him quickly followed.
"I am Lord Castor, son of Orthas of Llinton. This young chap is my aide Vino. How do you do."
Castor gave a slight, stiff bow while Vino managed a deeper one.
The red lights playing around his ringmail switched to a new, slower dance.
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