the knight was sitting on a stone, other white pieces training around him. He was sharpening his sword, his horse in the stable next to him. He glared at his sword through his helmet, then at you. He jabbed his sword into the ground and got up. He seemed pissed for some random reason.

“salutations. State your business and leave, I'm busy.”

he then got up and started baby talking his horse.

“whos a good horsy... Oh yes you are.. Oh yes you.. Are.. Uhm. ahem you.. Didnt see that, right?”