"Serve me up another!" Siatha laughed as she called for another plate of goat leg, her fingers sticky with the meat's honey glaze.
"Siatha, you're eating more than the men put together!" Cackled one of her comrades, a stocky knight with a bushy beard and eyebrows to match.
"And in that metal armor, to boot!" Agreed another, heftier knight, before he lifted a flagon of beer to his lips.
"I told you all not to challenge me, I can beat you at just about anything," the young woman sneered, sucking her fingers clean of sweet glaze. The spring festival was being held all week, ending on the Spring Equinox, and it was customary for Legions to attend together when they were off (and sometimes on) duty. A large plate was set before Siatha, a steaming goat's leg dripping juices sat upon it. "Alright, you dogs, watch number four go down the hatch," she grinned, reaching forward to dig into the meat, when a suspicious figure caught her eye. She paused, mid-bite, eyeing the man as he tossed an apple into the air, letting it fall to the ground as he slinked away. Nothing about the gentleman seemed suspicious, aside from his entire demeanor and wicked smile before he moved along.
She lost sight of him amid the crowd, but saw just enough to made her suspect.
"I think she's gonna be sick, 'aye?" Her companions chuckled and nudged one another, snickering.
"I'll be back for that," Siatha said with a stern look to the other knights, dropping the leg with a juicy fwump back onto the plate and standing, using a thick cloth napkin to wipe off her fingers. She squinted into the crowd, and caught a glimpse of gold changing hands - or rather, changing from neck to hands. She hadn't seen who had done it, but she had an idea.
"Oi! You there!" She shouted in her Intimidating Knight Voice (as she called it in her head), and she started to move into the crowd. People immediately separated to allow her passage, knowing better than to get in the way of a knight.