Amidst an armory within the splendor of the Holy Roman Empire, sat Ruprecht von Rehden, a Squire - polishing his Knightess' armour. He had just polished her armour a week ago, yet here he was. Subservient as ever, he dares not to complain

"Hm... M'lady's armor is always greasy. Pray, what pursuits hath she undertaken of late?..." Ruprecht mumbles out to himself, as he continues to polish the armor. "Perhaps I should inquire this to her later..." he says, brushing his sweat off.