You trot up to the road where Sir Kelton is waiting with his horse Roja. Fizza has just arrived, straightening her tangled hair and managing to make it look beautifully arranged with just a single flip.
"Sir Kelton," she says, bowing respectfully. She somehow manages to pack an impressive amount of regality into such a small frame—when she wants to. Her full name is Fizza Knight, and she takes the last part as a foreordination.
Sir Kelton looks back with his stern grey eyes to see her, and you, panting as you try to catch up. "Fizza," he acknowledges, and then with a tight ripple across his stubbled jaw, "Kirk. Shouldn't you be ready for the day already? The Queen is coming."
You look down and see that your vest is still unbuttoned. You didn't even have a chance to look in the mirror before you left.