"But make no mistake, our military is strong, even compared to higher-ranked nobles in the kingdom. The weakest in our knight roster is the peak Man-at-arms; we only take in the strongest and best. All of them are hardened knights, forged through blood and sweat in battle."
Cael spoke bluntly, "We fear no earl or baron; thus, we can provide more protection than any of the other lower-ranked nobles can give you."
"When you say that your weakest knight is at Peak Man-at-arms, does that mean you do not have any knights beneath that level?" Grimnir asked, intrigued.
Cael gave a curt nod.
A soft glimmer sparkled in Grimnir's eyes before he nodded and whispered in Throin's ears.
Cael and Eamon patiently waited for the three siblings to converse; Eamon sat patiently with a small smile stuck on his face while Cael was immersed in his drink.
