4 - The Manor
Cavalier had outfitted itself now, looking more proper as a machine built for war than previously. Thick brigandine came in shades of black, gray and dark brown, seemingly mottled with age, but still useful in what it was intended for. The bastard sword, despite Cavalier's own size, looked large in its hands, a menacing force indeed. Why, with this, it could do some actual damage, instead of the broken table leg it had been swinging as a club.
"I agree. Some proper reconnaissance might very well do us good. I personally have no need for rest, and as such, can continue on should you wish and be capable of such. I leave it up to you, but if my opinion is requested, it is such." it explains, as it fiddled with the buckle of the baldric kept on his back, over the cloak it had kept.