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Cralix would grimace, pulling at his reigns and falling into formation. A weak and unjust Duke, then. He had been wrong to assume this man was anything more than a brash coward. Did the Lady of the Lake truly bless such men? He dare not question her wisdom ever, but he questions the power of the men that make such poor decisions, always. This show of just how unfit the man was to rule this Dukedom, would be his downfall, Cralix was sure of it. He wasn't one to plot in the shadows. Though he was more than willing to kill a snake for the good of the people.

Cralix watched the Duke check the formation of his knights and looked about at the armoured men around him. It was sad to think some of them would die unnecessarily on this man's poor orders. And so he waited for the charge, wielding his spear in his right hand and holding the reigns with his left. His knuckles white on both, teeth gritted at the anger he held for this weak Duke.