Captain Lancelot's expression darkened. He bristled at the interruption, completely offended that a stranger had spoken to him in such a manner. "Who exactly are you to dictate the laws of the Union? What is someone entirely uninvolved with this dispute doing in our encampment?"
Gideon reached into a secure pouch on his belt and produced a heavy, platinum crest shaped like a radiant sunburst. He held the emblem up for the captain to see. "I am Sir Gideon. I serve as a Paladin of the Lumiere Dynasty."
The surrounding Holy Knights gasped quietly. As expected, the arrogant captain was immediately humbled by the revelation. Lancelot swallowed his pride and offered a stiff, formal bow.
