The guard greeted me “Who goes there.”

I answered as my lord had instructed we pathetic peasants to answer. “I am a peasant of the great land of Lord Litson de Bitts.”

“A lowly peasant well my lord was expecting a man to come from your land ages ago but he would like to know your name.”

“My name? I am a lowly peasant I have no name…”

“All man and creature alike should have a name be sure to mention this when you speak to my lord he’ll help you find a name. Follow me.” The guard turned and led me to the giant castle that I knew belonged to the lord Sir Ryant.

I wondered what would come with a name maybe I would be treated as a blacksmith who was of the highest ranked peasants and were one of the few to get a name in my land.

It was a short walk to the castle and the lord was on the bottom floor speaking at eye level with a few peasants. The only peasants who ever spoke to my lord without letting him mounts quickly lost their head.

Sir Ryant turned to face me and ran towards me. “Where is your mount your supplies”” he asked in anxiety. “There are no orcs in these lands they couldn’t have…”

I answered trying to spare the knight a heart attack as he looked as though he may have if I did not interrupt him “Sir I’m not a messenger I’m the sole survivor of a great onslaught the chaos had on my land.”

“The chaos warriors here already how did you survive?” He looked at me in a critical look wondering if I was working for chaos then his eyes saw my shield “The lady saved you? Alright you have been very useful comrade…”

“Comrade? Does comrade mean peasant in your lands I’ve never been called that before.”

“Comrade means ally, what is your name comrade?” He said this in the calmest kindest voice.

“I have no name.”

“Figures your lord was very strange in those ways you’ll be called comrade Stephan.”

The lord then turned and ran yelling over his shoulder “Your information has been very valuable!” he ran to a giant bell and rang it as loud as he could.

His entire army came running to see what he had to say he yelled “Comrade Stephan has just informed me that the chaos armies past further south then expected you have ten minutes to pack your bags then we move out immediately.

I joined in rank with a mismatch unit of peasants I suspected they were from many different lands. I was amazed they dared talk but the lord would talk to them to they seemed to be allies on friend basis. I turned daring a quick word “Where do we go?”

The peasant turned looking surprised at me “Why so worried we go to fight the chaos army we are one of the few great bretonnian armies our lord Knightly Warrior was an honored representative at the Conclave of light.”