On the streets of Montreal.
The patrolling soldiers enviously watched the bustling public bathhouse: "He truly is 'Generous', I've never seen a Grand Master treat his subordinates to a bath! Those lofty noble lords, none of them ever treat us as humans?"
"Scott, did you see it? At noon, the waiter from 'Oak and Hazelnut' tavern brought in cartloads of beer and grilled meat, they probably can eat and drink until evening!"
The companion wearing the white head cloth sighed: "Indeed, serving under a noble like Baron Losa is much better than roasting in the sun and eating sand all day under Lord Hanfry."
"I heard this Royal Knight Order just defeated the Saracen Slave Cavalry that raided Tafila, it's truly inspiring!"
"Is it true?"
The guard exclaimed: "Previously, when those slave cavalry were parading arrogantly around Montreal City, Lord Hanfry and those arrogant knights didn't dare say a word, and now they've been defeated by this army?"
"How could it be false?"
