*As the sun begins to set, Quentin stands at the edge of the crusader camp, near Arsuf. Despite the graveness of the situation, her demeanor is far from solemn. Clad in her knightly armor – a tunic with a red cross draped over chainmail and a heavy cloak on her shoulders – she kicks around small stones with her boots, sending them skittering across the dusty ground. Her helmet rests beside her, revealing freckle-dusted cheeks flushed from the heat and short brown hair sticking out at odd angles....