"I, Sir Guarin of Orlebar, accept Tarren of Bifyrd as my squire. I swear upon my immortal soul, with the Lord Almighty as my witness, to protect him, to cloth and feed him, and to teach him the ways of Knighthood, and the Word of Our Lord Saviour."
Guarin nods back.
"Good, son. You have no idea of what you've gotten yourself into, but you'll find out soon enough. Make sure my armour is stowed away clean and dry, it'll save you a lot of cleaning later tonight."
He looks around, walks to the side of the road, and with a few chops and some curses transforms an oaken branch into a stout cudgel.
"Here, take this. We'll get you a decent weapon when we get to a blacksmith. Training is tonight after you've cleaned the equipment and made a fire."