Kenway greeted the group from the Vale with a polite nod. Appreciative for Terrance’s straightforwardness, he gave the man’s belongings a brief check, finding nothing out of the ordinary, and waving the hunter and his dogs by.
“Thank you, Ser,” he grunted as Leovall presenting his belongings. A glance confirmed nothing out of the ordinary. “Apologies, Ser, but I must ask that you turn over your lance to the guards for safe keeping. Tourney lances will be provided for the jousts.”
