"I am but a squire," Sighard responded in honest tones, with no intent to push his authority beyond its limits. Most days he was lucky if the childish Pages paid him any heed. "Your business now lies with the recruitment office, where Ser Erik will assess your mettle. With the abilities you've shown today you'll have no difficulty adjusting to the life of a squire, I'm sure. A Patron Knight will be assigned!" His voice faded, funneled only by the narrow lane upon which he traipzed, a shallow swathe through the thickets of the Bronze Woods that circulated onto the main road. Sighard had not stopped as he spoke, but rather allowed his voice to filter ominously through the treetops for the smithy to hear. He was a busy boy, indeed.
Father would be proud. . .
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