You see a grizzle-haired, weathered-faced man in his late 50s. This nobleman and soldier wears his years proudly; a battle-hardened veteran of many international campaigns, the Knight is surprisingly soft-spoken, in every sense a gentle man.

None of the nobility you encounter in this hostlery will be less pretentious--the Knight wears a tunic of good, stout linen, but it bears some streaks where the rust from his armor has discolored it.

Through the windows you can just see his horse standing in the stable-yard, a solidly built grey percheron gelding who, like his master demonstrates his quality by his gentle demeanor rather than by show.