Bring me back

The Knight stood before his King eagerly awaiting his answer. Would work be given, would he be told otherwise? Octavian's white gaze settled on Gerhardt's half smile that had seemed to form; he wondered what had made him smile or what he was thinking of. No matters, Octavian knew he couldn't know what another was thinking but only know what he was thinking himself. How confusing that was, well of course one only knows of what goes on in their mind. Black ears perked up as his King began to speak.

When his king said to him how "he should not work harder to make his burdens heavier", Octavian nodded. Then he spoke of adjusting ranks in the pack; another grateful nod came as he said he would be ranked as Esquire. Then after his King finished with a statement of keeping it safe Octavian listened for anything else Gerhardt had to say.

And he did, Gerhardt gave him advice and for the extra work said that if he could teach Prince Maverick how to fight.

"Yes my King, I would be honored to teach your son; As I am also gracious of the new position you have bestowed on me. I will look after Seracia as if she were my own kin. This is a grand land King Gerhardt, I will try my best of my abilities." he replied with a finishing nod.

Octavian stood still awaiting anything else that Gerhardt would say, or a dismissal.