"Commander," Trenton greeted the older knight.
Trenton elbowed Henry, but no words were coming out as he tried to swallow the spoonful of porridge but his mouth felt dry.
"G-good morning, Commander," Henry finally choked out after what felt like an eon.
Commander Lothian stood without armor but he might as well have been wearing it considering how massive he was. Before he had thought Sir Trenton was the biggest knight, but it was clear that the commander took that title.
Surprisingly to Henry, the commander wore a simple light brown shirt and dark brown pants that weren't appropriate for his status. On the basic brown belt around his waist, a sword that had to be over three feet long was sheathed, but it didn't come close to touching the ground.
The commander sat down on the bench across from Henry and stared for a long time before he started eating.
