"What should we do? Just give up?"
The Knight pondered, and the dozen or so people fell silent, tightly waiting for him to make a decision.
"Let's do this, we go up and make a friendly visit, Henry, Phelps, Vilasen, the three of you stay here!"
"Lord Anderson..."
The Knight's eyes shot out two sharp, cold glints, "The three of you are the most reckless. Just wait here at the foot of the mountain, and without my command, do not make any moves... Everyone else, dismount, be gentlemen, follow me!"
Eight men disarmed themselves and began dressing genteelly, soon transforming into a group resembling nobles from the medieval era.
Leading the group, the Knight, with the rest quietly following behind, began the climb.
