"Do you think we could catch fish in this lake?" Irene wondered as she sat on the bank with her legs crisscrossed underneath her. "There must be pike or salmon in such a deep lake."
"The only time I've ever had salmon was in the castle," Trenton responded with a short laugh. "Sometimes I forget you were a noble before a knight."
Irene's reddish eyebrows rose as she regarded the massive knight.
"In name alone, I assure you," she hedged. "If you ever met my father, you would know that he doesn't exactly behave like a typical nobleman."
"Noblemen are small," Sir Sven agreed. "Much like Trenton, Arthur is built like a boulder and behaves as indestructibly as one."
"I can understand his plight," Trenton deflected. "We simply aren't built for small enclosed spaces."
However, there was someone far less suitable for subtlety as Sylaron swept down from the sky and landed close enough to the camp to cause the horses to retreat.
