He glares at you. "How about we start with an introduction," he says with restraint.
"My name is Kirk," you say, "a squire for Sir Kelton."
"I'm Adriano. Grain, you say?"
"Yes, I guess it's supposed to be a special treat for Roja—my knight's horse. For the upcoming tournament."
At the mention of the tournament, Adriano's face lights up. "Are you going to participate too?"
"I hadn't really thought about it," you say. "Of course, my priority is helping Sir Kelton win."
"Sure, but a lot of squires still enter an event or two while their knight isn't competing. What's your weapon?"
"I actually haven't chosen one yet…."
"Mine's the staff," Adriano says proudly. "People look down on the staff, but that's why I like it. Anyone can practice it, even if they don't have money. A straight tree branch is all you need to defend yourself. I can teach you some, if you like. But you must have great practice grounds, if you're a squire. It's an exciting life, right?" Adriano seems to have forgotten everything else and fixated on the fact that you're a squire. He was calm and steady before, but now he seems to be talking as fast as he can to catch up with his thoughts.