[SRP] So, You Meet in a Tavern...

[Victor]

"Followed?" Roland put down his own mutton, glancing around as best as he could. He lowered his voice and leaned in close to Fred. "I was sure I'd lost them earlier." He pulled away and continued his scan of the crowd.

Hushed, he again turned to Fred. "I assure you that while I am a turncoat, the Knights of the Three Covenants are a brotherhood based on a strong code of chivalry and would not attempt any underhanded means of submission." Roland shook his head. "No, I am proud to have lived by that code," he stated more loudly, thumping the telltale scarlet armor that all members wore. "Nothing would happen in a place like this, I assure you. An assassination would do no honor to a former brother in arms. You must best him in single combat. A duel. And only then will he submit.

"I have bested quite a few, I'll have you know. Not long ago, as I was resting in a luscious meadow contemplating my love, one of my former brothers rose to threaten a nearby maiden under guise of his attempt to capture me, and I-"

A flash of red armor. It was there, under an overcoat. Roland held his breath.

"There. Table closest to the wall. Black cloak, red hair."