Sir Conán Fitzgerald
Conán took his time in getting back to the castle, he knew the King and Princess from Sliabh would be arriving any hour now and frankly he did not care for exchanging pleasantries with any of them. How the king could marry the girl in exchange for a peace treaty was beyond his comprehension; for hundreds of years Sliabh's had been slaughtering their kinsman on the battlefield and now he plans to marry one! Yet then again he supposed that argument had a few holes seeing as he had spilt his fair share of Sliabh blood, still he wasn't one marrying one.
Passing a man with an apple cart, he picked one off the top before tossing the man a coin, it was more than it was worth but he was in a pleasant mood, thanks to Bridgette and her flexibility.
Upon reaching the castle training grounds, he spotted Sir Eric the Faithful training the newest of recruits or at least trying too. Leaning against the stone wall, he watched with an amused grin, he'd be damned if any of these men would last an hour on the battlefield. "Damn it all, where the hell is Fitzgerald?"
Thats my queue "Right here old friend, I have just been admiring your teaching skills" Conán replied, a devilish smirk creeping to his lips, as he strolled amongst the men, grabbing the sword off one of the recruits, a small lad who could have been no more than sixteen, examining the blade he frowned slightly "where did you get this sword?"
"It was me pa's sir, he died a hero on the battlefield" the boy replied with a slight stutter.
Conán nodded, he knew the pride of wielding the sword of someone who you considered a hero "it is a good sword, but you are too small for it yet, it will tire you out too much giving your enemy more advantage. My advice to you go to the armoury and pick one out that you can wield swiftly, build up your strength then try again with this sword." The boy nodded, though a hint of disappointment flashed through is eyes "go on then" Conán ushered him off handing the sword back to him "oh and boy, on your walk, think if this is the life you truly want, your father died on the battlefield and you probably will too. And once you take your oath there is no turning back."
The boy nodded once more before heading off towards the armoury. Conán shook his head and turned to Eric "I see we have resorted to recruiting children into the ranks now" he commented taking a large bite out of his apple.