"Let me get a good look at you boy," Ulmerad said, walking slowly around the young knight.  Garalt never really had been in the center of attention of the royal knights since his knighting, and it made him a bit nervous.  "That is a Triark Dragoon's helm, is it not?"
    "Yes Milord," Garalt smiled, following Ulmerad with his eyes as he walked about him.
    "And that armor, a paladin's breast plate?"
    "Yes Sire..."
    "But that isn't the shield that we gave you at your knighting, where did you acquire that Sir Knight?"
    "My Liege, it... this is Sir Kullvox' shield."
    Ulmerad lowered his head slowly and thought to himself, staring at the floor.  Garalt could see the sadness in his king's eyes.  Kullvox and Lord Ulmerad must have been good friends.  Garalt never really thought about it, but when they were together, the two seemed to enjoy each other's company greatly.
    "It will protect you well young knight.  Kullvox will watch over you always Garalt, as I hope he watches over all of Ikros.  There aren't too many knights out there like him anymore."
    "I can't think of many Milord."
    "I can think of one right now," Ulmerad said, smiling at Garalt.  Garalt lowered his eyes to the floor, he never could remember someone honoring him so much like his king had just done.