Near a tent where Dante stored his armour and weapons, Nigel walked up to Dante.
"Dante," Nigel greeted Dante.
"It is Lord Hastings," Rick corrected Nigel. "He has a title, whilst only your father has one."
"It would be best for you to keep your little mutt silent. Lord Hastings and I are family now, so we are familiar with each other. The other men wanted me to inquire about whether you truly plan to take part today, or if you are having fun teasing them?" Nigel asked, wishing it were the latter.
Dante put on his armour, ignoring Nigel for a moment. It was easy to get inside Nigel's head before the game started.
Nigel didn't like the silence. His peers were behind him, waiting for him to speak with Dante, and the silence earned him a few laughs. He didn't like to be laughed at.
"Didn't you hear me?" Nigel asked, wanting to grab Dante by his shirt and punch him.
