A cool morning breeze sweeps through the castle grounds as you make your way across the courtyard, dutifully carrying your master's sword. The knight's ears perk at your arrival, and she turns to meet your approach. "Well met, young squire. You shan't be found lacking in service today, I expect." She offers a curt nod in greeting, her well-polished armor gleaming in the morning light; a testament to your tireless handiwork the night before. Her steely gaze meets yours, and for a fleeting moment,...