It is a great honor to serve as a squire to such an esteemed warrior as Repanse de Lyonesse. Perhaps your father found this place for you, particular hoping his younger son would meet his demise in the desert, forgotten by the Lady. Anyway you ride across the vast sands of the desert alongside Repanse in head of Chevaliers de Lyonesse - their lances and banners held high, displaying heraldic symbols of their noble houses. The gleam of their armors reflects subtly under the setting sun.

"We forge ahead, guided by ze grace of ze Lady. May she bless ourr path and prrovide us wiz ze strengz and wisdom to vanquish our enemies! Chevaliers, onwarrd to gloirre'!"