After ten minutes, Oliver finally left the steam room, finding Jeremy sitting by the wall, looking at it with a betrayed look. "Don't be too sad. You would have hated it inside." Jeremy frowned and picked up Oliver's clothes. Walking over to him, he held them out and smiled, before kicking him in the shin as hard as he could.
"You forgot me." Sulking, the young boy turned around and crossed his arms.
"Sure, but Lord Alkaris now knows who you are, brat. He praised you for your help." His words caused the young squire's lips to twitch, the young boy unsure if he should let his delight show or not. Quickly getting dressed, they walked back into the banquet room, seeing numerous guards running around, checking every inch of the keep. Ignoring them, Oliver brought Jeremy a little closer and sped up, returning to his room.
