Find Kat

As Rich walked out of the Sheriff's Office he noticed that many of the Faire goers were in costume. He didn't know if Nisha was telling the truth, but he didn't have the time to find out. The sea of buxom ladies and scrapping lords were like a herd of Zebras.

Then he saw Kat flirting with some knight with a blue tabard by the jousting field. He was probably a little over six feet tall and carried a long sword at his side. The guy's hair was long and flowed in the air like the cover of a romance novel.

"Kat!" Rich yelled.

Kay turned to acknowledge him. She had definitely changed since the hour he last saw her. She was wearing make up, her hair was done in a braid, and she was wearing what appeared to be a silver circlet.

"Lord Richard," Kat said, rushing towards Rich with a warm embrace. Rich noted that even her breasts seemed to have grown slightly.

"You know this knave?" the Knight said. Swishing his hair back.

"He is no knave," Kat said. "He is my love."

The knight pushed Rich away from Kat.

"Hey, man," Rich said. "What gives?"

"I, Sir Lance of Morning Wood, do by challenge the knave, Lord Richard, to a duel. For the hand of Lady Katherine."

Rich was frozen as Sir Lance pulled his sword from its sheath.

"Protect my virtue, my Lord," Kat said pushing Rich towards the knight.

"Has everyone gone mad?" Rich said.

"Choose your weapon," Lance said, he snapped his fingers and a nearby squire unfurled a selection of medieval weapons.