Sir Bors walked ahead with measured steps, eyes fixed on the narrow road winding through the woods. Lyonel followed, armor clinking louder than necessary, his irritation matching the storm clouds overhead.

“that knight, " sir Lyonel confided in you, reffering to his brother "would let his own blood be beaten and chained for the sake of a vision,” he muttered “That is not knighthood.”

Bors halted his steps and turned to reply, tight lipped. “And that knight would abandon his duties and quests over any perceived slight. That is not chivalry.”

The brothers' words snapped like twigs underfoot. This had been their way since boyhood, they seldomly got along and not even their own shared values and vows to the crown maneged to make them like-minded enough as to not fight.

Yet both fell silent when you rode between them. As a fellow knight, you sought the Grail with an unshaken heart, and neither brother wished to be the cause of your faltering. So for your sake, they reined themselves in.