“Master Doraedian has spoken well of you.” “It’s an honor to make you acquaintance, Mistress Tithenmamiwen,” she said. (Tor, noticing her from across the room, recognized it as the heraldic emblem of the Knights of the Golden Cross.)Īs Tee approached, the elf introduced herself as Kaira Swanwing. Around her neck, on a golden chain, she wore a golden cross of Athor upon a field of crimson. She wore a dress of dark blue silk and silver-embroidery. Both her hair and her eyes were a captivating, shimmering silver. Tee, meanwhile, had seen another elf among those assembled – a tall, slim, and exceptionally beautiful elven maid. Agnarr made to follow him, but Tor caught him by the arm and shook his head. Making his excuses he brushed by them and continued on his path towards the Commissar and Rehobath. Sir Kabel thanked him for his compliments, and apologized for his brevity, but said that he had business to attend to. Kabel clearly wasn’t quite sure what to do about the massive barbarian’s enthusiastic greeting, but Tor slid calmly to their side, offered his own introductions, and congratulated Kabel on his performance during the tournament. He noticed that Sir Kabel was headed directly towards where Rehobath and the Commissar were standing.Īgnarr interposed himself in Sir Kabel’s path and vigorously shook his hand. Tor recognized him as Sir Kabel Dathim, one of the knights of the Order of the Dawn who had ridden at the Harvest Tournament that afternoon. Tor, with one eye on Agnarr, also noticed the man. He spotted a stocky man with black hair pulled back into a pony-tail and piercing blue-grey eyes – not tall, but with a muscular build and a weathered face. Harvesttime in the 790th Year of the Seyrunian DynastyĪgnarr glanced around, looking for the biggest guy in the room.