Spring 5, 511 AV
Dimitri was incredibly bored. His master wanted him to learn the important duty of guarding Syliras' main gates. So he dropped him off with the gate guards and told him to listen to them and to watch what they did. He observed them checking food and animals entering the gates and providing slight harassment to the more beastly races. He was disgusted as every time a good looking women would be heading in or out of the gate they would often make rude, embarrassing as they approached or left. Often the women would hear bits of it and they would look mortified, but because they were knights often had to ignore it. Dimitri burned in hatred at the poor manners these men had, but held his tongue. A bad report to Master Adamal about him wouldn't end well.
"Hey squire! How's about we make things fun for ya? We do it with all the squires." Dimitri looked at him coldly as he continued, "Oo he's a fierce one. Anyways, if someone were to come in or out of our gates here, and were to cause trouble for us, we may have you settle it in a little sparring match. Gives you practice and gives us entertainment. Whatchya think bout that eh squire?"
"No, that's wrong."
"You'll do it, or your precious Adamal will be told that you were caught fondling women as they passed through, understand?"
Dimitri hung his head and nodded, praying no one caused trouble. He didn't want to fight an innocent.