Outside the tent, Isabell sat with Tiernan, Sir Rain and Sir Hugo as they converged on the young Sir Ollie, putting more than a dozen paces between their group and the group of tired soldiers who had endured a cold ride in an open topped wagon for hours in the dark of night. Most of the soldiers looked tired and cold and they were eagerly slurping at bowls of hot vegetable soup and drinking the warmed cider like it was water, but Isabell and her companions were more interested in the young knight and what he knew than the comforts of a warm meal.
"Sir Ollie," Isabell said, hoping to start the conversation on something minor and work her way to more serious topics. "You addressed Mister Marcel as 'Sir Marcel.' Have I been meeting with an esteemed knight all this time without knowing it?"
