Owl and Raccoon hunkered at the fence and watched the tower.
A procession of knights, all polished armour, sharpened steel and coloured silks rode out on their similarly decorated warhorses. Their backs as straight as the lances they carried.
Raccoon picked at the dirt under his fingernails. Owl scratched at the scab on his elbow.
The column of knights urged their mounts, disappearing in a cloud of heavy dust that continued over the horizon.
They clambered over the fence and hurried to the tower. Climbing in through a window, they circled the table of half-eaten breakfasts, feasting like victorious kings.