Sieur Murchad enters the grounds on his destrier, followed by his squire Phillipe and his remaining retinue. Dressed now for combat, Sieur Murchad has changed his enameld parade armor for a serviceable suit of steel plate. Unadorned with symbols or etchings, the armor appears to be strong, yet light.

Turning and speaking to his squire, who will double as his herald, Murchad eyes his opponent across the field. A knight unknown to him, the opposite contestant looks experienced, to say the least. Murchad mounts, as Phillippe ambles to the center of the field...

Your Majesty, Queen Desdemona, good Milords and Miladies, and all gentle folk, I bid thee all a hale welcome! May I present to thee my leige and my Lord - son of Gaston d'Aquitaine, son of Eluere d'Aragon, son of Robert of Normandy - leader of the first compagnie, victorious at sacred Jerusalem - Sieur Murchad d'Aquitaine!

Murchad rides up to the starting mark, and re-seats himself in the saddle, checking his stirrups and re-gripping his shield several times over. He raises his lance in salute, and prepares to charge...