Jared uth Wistan

Observation

Two young knights looked straight down from the highest spires of the High Clerist's Tower down on the courtyard below, where a platoon was being drilled. In theory, they were to be maintaining the dragontraps there, but since it had been over twenty years since the last attack, the job had become a little less than important.

Sir Jeremy Kagoth straightened and returned his helmet to his head. "So that is the Knight of Stone?"

His companion scratched at his thin moustache, observing the leader below. "Knight of Stone?"

"Yes." Kagoth removed his helmet to look down again. "The name is twofold -- for one," he began in his thick Eastern accent, "he is steadfast as a mountain, never moved from his position or unseated from horseback. For another, his blows land as heavy as any other person I have ever witnessed. If you had perchance seen his victory at the Yule tournaments, you would have no choice but to agree, Patrik."

The younger knight nodded. He'd been a squire at that time. He also had heard many a story about Jared uth Wistan. "Points taken, Kagoth, but I always liked Kharas'aval best."

Kagoth fumbled with the Solamnic word. "Kharas'aval?"

"'Winged Knight'."

"And this is because...?"

Patrik smiled. "He has yet to fall."

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