The knight turns from speaking with his squire, a gangly young lad with sharp features and a smart tunic. Sir Celann's expression is pleasant but puzzled as he takes in the young lady. His squire seems a little more wary, behind him.

"Well, one surely needn't be a contestant to enjoy the affair. But, begging your pardon, my lady, may I ask who you are?" Most of the guests seem very respectable, after all (most of them, but Felix is one of the hosts), but those well-bred and well-trained coursers aren't cheap or readily replaceable.