Peter felt his patience and interest grow shorter for this charade passing minute. Every year his mother tried to get him to return from war to be ignored, a reply of another enemies head for her efforts. and then the war ended, him a hero.

Yet another female slave dressed exotically, batting her eyes and slowly dancing to show her skills.

"She will entertain the knights fine. send her to the others." not even casting a glance further her way, he sighed and motioned for the next to approach.