[ William walks closely beside his friend, their arms brushing every other step. There is such joyous enthusiasm in him now that even the cold air that slices through the narrow street can do nothing to wipe the smile off his face. ]

Sometimes.

[ He twists a little, so he is walking backwards, shoulders and chest puffed out. He looks like a vision, confident and angelic and strong. ] Do not worry, I shall protect you. [ It is not uncommon for the men of this kingdom to wear weapons and so his hand falls to his side to finger the hilt of a blade there. ] Ah, here we are.

[ The wooden door is almost hidden between buildings but William clearly knows it. He lifts the latch and pushes in to the dark, warm and crowded main room. ] I'll get the ale if you find us a table.