Harrick of Trescan planted himself directly in Soren's path, his lips curling into something too sharp to be called a smile.
"Well, well. The street rat returns, and in knight's clothing no less." His voice carried just enough to draw attention without seeming deliberate. "Tell me, boy...does House Velrane truly have no actual knights to send, or did Lord Callen simply wish to be rid of you?"
Soren's fingers twitched toward his sword hilt before he caught himself. Kaelor's warning echoed in his mind: 'Speak little. Observe much.' The courtyard suddenly felt smaller, knights from nearby groups turning to watch with predatory interest.
A stocky knight in Karvath green nudged his companion. "This should be entertaining."
