A few of the nearby Knights thumped armoured fists on their chest plates, greeting Dominic with a military salute as he finished his speech.
But most of them were more interested in coming over to speak with him directly.
"Duke Dominic, it's an honour to meet you. I am Charles Whitbury, Knight of the cloth, hailing from Cygnia CIty. This is a wonderful arena that you have set up here.
Was this always present? I don't recall Wistover ever being on the tournament circuit."
Sir Charles was a tall blonde Knight, looking every bit the part of the Noble jousing champion with his strong chin, sharp jaw and slightly weathered features, showing the mark of having spent decades on the road chasing tournament money for a living.
It was a respectable enough pursuit for a Knight of the cloth, a Knight who held a title but no lands.
"Welcome to Wistover. No, there was no jousting arena here until now.
