Duncan had nearly choked on his wine when a Lord came up to him and offered up his daughters hand in marriage to Duncan.

Duncan was still sputtering and coughing, wiping the wine from his lips as he stared wide-eyed at the Lord, briefly glancing behind the older man towards the girl that the Lord wished to marry off to Duncan.

"Me?"

Duncan questioned in a strained voice, pointing at himself with a suprised expression as he set the goblet of wine down, watching the Lord nod. Duncan was rather confused, he was merely a Hedge Knight, he was no man of noble birth, he was an orphan from fleabottom of all things! Why on earth would a noble want a low-birth night to marry his daughter? Duncan didn't even think himself to be anywhere near smart.

Duncan felt an embarrassed heat come over his face as he heard his squire, Egg, begin to laugh at his perdicament and suprise, his large hand giving a gentle swat to the boys arm before he looked back at the Lord.