Anselm shifted nervously in place as Rakken and the Pegasus Knight conversed. This heap of "creative truth" was going to cause trouble. As the ship came into view, he swore internally. More fun.
"It looks as if we're going to have more visitors now..." He muttered, fingering his lance. "Milady", he said, turning to the older knight. "Does the book really matter that much? It's not much of a problem, carrying around odd books."