Lord Sybul von Lübeck, Lord of Herford

"You there, guard! You are to double the patrols outside the walls starting now. Well don't just stand there, do what I say!" With a tired expression, the woman garbed in armor simply stared at the young lord, chewing on something that had long since turned her teeth black. "What are you doing? I gave you an order!" Still the guard simply stared, her expression growing fouler by the minute. The shrill man turned to another guard who had just entered the courtyard. "You! Stop! Arrest this woman for refusing my command!"
The new guard stopped and looked around confused. His eyes landed on the lord and he nearly did a double take. "Err, I'm sorry lad, who might you be?" The young man balled his hands into fists, and his voice somehow became even more shrill. "I am not a lad! I am your lord, Lord Sybul von Lübeck and you will do as I command!"
"Von what?" The confused guard scratched his chin, his head cocked as if he were staring at a particularly strange looking livestock. "Our lord? We have a lord now?" He looked over at the woman with black teeth, who gave him a bored shrug. "Oh, well, Hilde's fine, me lad-errrr sir, or whatever. No need ter arrest her." And with that he continued along his previous path.
"Where are you going? Stop at once, you scoundrel! Why is nobody listening to me!" Lord Sybul's voice, now almost only audible to canines, rang throughout the courtyard before he stomped his way back towards the manor as he mumbled something about "simpletons".