[ Lancelot considers that a moment, drops his eyes and frowns a little -- a touch self-conscious now. ]

When you are sworn into service as a Seelie knight you recite vows. A knight is sworn to valour. My heart knows only virtue. My blade defends the helpless. My might upholds the weak. My word speaks only truth. My wrath undoes the wicked. Those are vows I can live by, yet more than that... the monarchs are good people. Not long after I was here there was a battle near Caer Glaem. Many of the native soldiers fell, and Ridire -- he did not overlook the loss. He told us to take better care of each other, to minimise blood loss. Solais herself has been nothing but kind, she blames herself for our failures, she gives everything she can to keep us safe. I believe in them. Their leaderships, their sentiments, their hearts. They are people I can follow.