"Earl Abel! We have a tradition! That tradition is not to be abandoned!" the Knight of Bennett cried out stubbornly.
"Oh, don't be like now, Bennett!" Lord Marshall said with a sigh, "Alright, everyone, you can go in now. Ghee, so much for us coming here."
Then, with a wink, Lord Marshall gestured to the twenty lancers to leave. They all did when Zach waved his hand at them. They were a very disciplined bunch. Not only did they respond immediately, but they also moved in a very orderly fashion.
The Knight of Bennett didn't seem to want to see this, though, "Hey, that's my job, Marshall! Earl Abel is your child, so shouldn't I be the one to welcome him back?"
Lord Marshall raised his brow, "What nonsense are you spewing this time, Bennett? Abel is our child! Don't you get it? If you're going to sort things out like this, it's going to be very awkward every time he comes back."
