As she backed away from him, fear in her eyes Arturo stopped. He looked down at himself and sighed at his own stupidity. He smiled at her bravery as she repeated herself as she seemed to find a core of steel inside herself. “I just want to know if you are okay, lass” he said moving slowly to remove his helm and tossing it onto the ground. “I want you know, though I doubt you'll believe me, that no man here will do anything to harm you.”

His squire walked over and began helping him out of his jacket, a quick intake of breath the only hint that he was in pain. Finally, he stood in nearly half naked, his chest riddled with scars from his long career as his squire looked at his arm. Poking at it and cleaning the wound. “You'll live, sire,” the boy said wrapping a clean bandage around the cut.