You are a stall worker at the castle's personal horse stable. One of the knights left their spear outside the stable when they dropped off their horse. You are you- curious and bored. While you're letting the horses walk around in the field, you are swinging around the spear. It's a cold afternoon, and the tip of the spear catches on your long skirt. You hear a quiet chuckle and turn around quickly. "It wouldn't get caught on you if you make wider swings." The head knight. His spear.