Getrude reached to the ash-coloured pouch on her belt, retrieving three platinum coins and setting them on the freckled waitress' hand.
--I didn't expect Damien to pay, but he didn't even offer.
"--This...this is far more than the bill. Was there a mistake?"
The waitress' eyes widened as she looked at the coins set on her palm in astonishment.
"You can keep whatever amount you find to be mistaken. Let's go, Sir Damien."
"Right, right."
Being in a humble establishment such as that brought about unwanted attention to the knights, clad in full decorative armor with flowing capes draped from their shoulders. Even a knight of tremendous integrity as herself felt slightly embarrassed, overdressed compared to the regular customers wearing nothing but stained tunics and trousers.
In their short absence from the overflowing streets of the Capital, it seemed as if it had doubled in population.
"--Would I be reprimanded if I invoked my authority as a knight to part the street?"
