You are led into the hall.
A young lady sits to the side, her leg elevated and iced. (Very much the luxury at this time of year.) She is being tended by a teenage servant under the watchful eye of an older, stocky man in leather jerkin.
At the far end of the hall a man in full armour stand in conversations with two men at arms.
Rupert announces you.
“Dylan, Squire of Salisbury, I present SIR Idres.”
(The Sir is noticeably louder than the rest of the pronouncement.)