Farmers, hunters, and herdsmen probably knew all, but it should be written down. Shared. He'd have to talk to His Grace about it. The King liked that ...ind of thing. Didn't necessarily like finding the funds to pay for it, but he understood the need.Tossing on a shirt and pair of pants, only half paying attention to which went where, he walked out of the bedroom and made his way to the common room. Most were already there, spilling over to the second table. Too many, to his mind, but it was so. "The good news, Estella. Good for you but not so good for me, perhaps. That fight of mine yesterday. They say it is rubbish and won't sell. Not enough action and not enough blood. They find another woman for me to fight next week. Then I will take the long rest until Clementine is rescued." Do you know the new fighter they've found for you, Amanda? Is she good?" I 'ave 'eard of 'er. She beat a few girls who have given me the 'ard time. Should be good fight! You come?" I hope you don't lose! Why. No meeting afterwards.She didn´t explain Peter Pan why she chose him, and being a gentleman, he didn´t ask her. For sure he was very curious. Pete Peterson was happily surprised to see her. She was much prettier than on the photo she had send him after being chosen. He knew she was good looking, as she had said so inviting for the contest. The twinkle in his eyes and involuntary smile made her trust him, right from the moment they met in the lobby. She radiated her fresh beauty. At her 18th. Whatever that is. Got allthat?"She stared at me for several moments, a myriad of different expressionsrunning across her cute features. Every time she looked like she wasabout to say something, the words seemed to die in her throat. "I need your help," I said pleadingly. "I don't know who else to turnto. I can't ask Faye for help because if I do, I'm worried I'll loseher forever."That seemed to shake her out of her trance. "What? Why?" Because...this is all my fault as well. But she doesn't.