From where she stood, Jophiel couldn't help but admire the couple that was riding the horse in the joust field. The color of their pants stood out from the white mount particularly. And the way he was holding her...
"Having the best time of their life," someone said from beside her and when she turned, she saw a man with a long beard drinking from a wineskin. A sword dangled from his waist, and his boots, she noticed, were painted in horse shit.
"And you are?" She asked, unable to process his face.
He drowned the contents of his wineskin and sealed it before turning to look at her while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Someone who delivers horses at Gabriel's request, within a short span I might say."
He turned his gaze towards the couple. "Pity I had to knock out a farmer not too far from the castle gates."
