The guard laughs, then looks annoyed at you. "Leave, boy; this place isn't for you."
You're about to say something, but Sir Robert, overhearing the conversation, walks over. "Problem here, guardsman?"
The guard looks over and sees Sir Robert. His demeanor changes instantly, and he speaks much more respectfully. "No, sir, just some rabble trying to get into the feast. Nothing to concern yourself over."
Sir Robert frowns. "Rabble…rabble? Don't you know who this is?" The guard looks confused. "This is the King's second cousin once removed! I'm sure the King won't be happy about you refusing one of his relatives."
The guard looks shocked. "The…King…no need for him to know about this." He looks at you. "I'm sorry m'Lord, you can go on through."
Sir Robert starts laughing hysterically, and some wine spills out of his cup. The guard looks even more confused. "Frank, this is my squire. Sorry about flustering you. You should know better with me."
The guard looks frustrated. "If you weren't a knight and I didn't make so much money betting on you in the tournaments, I would punch you in your face, sir."
Sir Robert grins. "I don't blame you, Frank. Come on, Dorn, before the guards arrest us both."
You walk into the feast, and nobles are everywhere. Servants are moving back and forth. Some nobles call Sir Robert over. He looks at you and says, "I need to talk to a few old friends for a while, can I trust you not to make a fool of yourself?" You nod, and he leaves soon after.