"Agora!" the man exclaimed before turning his attention to one of his men. "Where's Agora?" he questioned.
"It matters not, father," the woman murmured, approaching the chair the older man sat in as her dirty blond hair bounced along with her steps. "What matters is that this man is a knight hailing from another place altogether. We don't get many of those in these parts."
The older man nodded slightly, a hand stroking his beard in thought. "True..." he grumbled.
"Maybe we should put him on trial... Test his skill. He'll be useful to us," she pointed out, not removing her gaze from the stranger.
A loud bang erupted when the older man smacked a fist on the table, starting to laugh. "That's true!" he exclaimed, grinning down at the man. "We'll put him on trial and test his skills as a knight!"
The other men glanced toward each other and William before one asked, "What should we do with him until then?"
"Put him in the d-" the man started, suddenly interrupted by the woman.
"Father!" she cried before turning her attention toward the men. "Put him in a spare bedroom. Place guards at his door," she ordered. "Supply him with what he needs to help him in tomorrow's trial." She watched as the men agreed, with her words and started to take the knight away. "Really, father..." she muttered, getting a questionable gaze from the older man. "I'll see that the knight is well acquainted to the space provided to him."