Sgt. Drake Alexander adjusts his uniform as he approaches an encampment of beautifully adorned tents. He has always felt the urge to make himself 'presentable' when he enters the camp of the Westons. Something about looking up at the proud lion flying against the azure field of the Weston's banner that makes a man feel the need to show a sort of humility and reverence. "Hail, Sir Drake," calls one of the Knights of Weston. "You've come to see the progress, have you?" "I have. How is it looking?" "Come and see for yourself, he is just finishing now."