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. Brek's grandfather had
been the Timon whose folly had earned the inn its name -
and likewise drove the family to leave Solamnia. Timon
had been a Knight of the Sword, like Tremaine.
Tremaine was of the opinion that Timon's line had
grown much too soft in only two generations.
"Good evening, Sir Tremaine," the man said in a voice
that carried well. Now all the patrons looked up.
"Master Brek." Arryl Tremaine's own voice was low and
just a hint sharp at the moment. "I have asked you to not
use my title."
Solamnic Knights were a rare sight in the land of Istar,
much less the holy city of the same name. Arryl, coming
from the more secluded southwest of his own country, had
never truly understood why. Both the knighthood and the
Kingpriest - he who was ruler of Istar - served the same
lord, the god of light and goodness, Paladine. Once
compatible, the two servants no longer seemed to be able to
work side by side. There were rumors that the church had
grown jealous of the knights' power, and the knights
jealous of the church's wealth. A Tremaine never bent low
enough to believe such rabble-rousing. The House of
Tremaine might have seen better days, but the pride of the
family was still very much in flower
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