In all honesty, sir, [b]The voice came from a knight. Standard gear, with no special qualities upon it. His great sword rested on his back, sheathed for the time being. His shield lay over it, so that his hands were free. He got up from the patch of dirt he was sitting on, up front so that he could see the spectacle.[/b] I just went to the side with more people. [b]He placed the armored hand on his hip and whistled, the metal visor turning to the now deceased man. [/b] Nothing like [i]that[/i] on the farm!