Having not found his happily ever after; when attempting a daring rescue to what he thought to be a beautiful princess the Knight eventually walked out of the Spire, past Dude. And back into the town, where he’d discovered townsfolk 1337ly rotfl at him. He walked past them while vengefully treading on some of them, he strolled over to the coach house wanting to gain leave of this dread awful village, which didn’t seem to have a name.

He arrived over at the horse master of the coach house, the Driver was quick to the draw of a question everyone wanted to ask.

“ lord, why do you seek passage Knight?” asked the Driver.

“My horse ran away.” snorted the Knight.

……. The Driver looked at him clearly thinking the Knight was trying to mock him.

“I don’t find that the least bit funny, now please leave my staples and ride your own horse sir.” spat the Driver while turning and walking away from the Knight.

The Knight reacted in a weary face-palm, slightly shaking his head. He looked over and seen the Driver speaking to some locals this was followed by further lols directed at him.

The silver helmet upon the Knight began to leak, the great lords shoulders slumped he dragged his feet back over and sat in the coach, getting a purse of gold out for the Driver. The carriage’s doors were shut, and the horses were signalled to go.

The Knight dropped back into a uncomfortable wooden seat. He threw his arms about wondering where in Light’s name his cushion could be. While standing up a passenger spoke to him.

“Oh how cute, you look adorable dear, are you going to a fancy dress party?” spoke a elderly woman with such innocence on her face. The Knights visor glared a bloody red as he came to meet her with a witty retort a prostitute to his left let loose a foul break of wind.

This raised the Knights borders to breaking point, he sat back down and began to look out the window for hopes of a swift journey to Bowerstone market.

~Some Time Later~

“Final stop, Bowerstone!” announced the Driver.

“At last! Open the door!” cried the Knight in a high-pitched squeak while scratching at the door.

“Hold on my man, ladies before broke knights, eh.” jested the Driver while opening the other side for the old woman. The Knight jumped ahead, and knocked the old woman back in her seat, when a child stood up.

“No let go my cape! Brat, off I say!” wept the Knight, while tugging at his cape from the child’s grip, the child lolled at the Knight. The Knight dashed away from the coach house to the town centre happy to be free from the unwanted companions of the carriage. He walked past the various food stalls avoiding the witless npcs.

When then the Knight had finally arrived to the market place, only to be greeted by a mass gathering of obnoxious orbs asking him for gold and peanuts, this disturbed him deeply. The Knight walked on past the greedy unworldly orbs and onto the tavern.

“The Cow & Corset? How absurd.” giggled the Knight, whom stopped the childishness at the sight of a young lad looking up at him in a somewhat mixture of awe and amusement.

“Err…. Be … and Jack wont eat you.” threatened the Knight to the small boy.

“Who?” wondered the child.

“Bah kids today.” mumbled the Knight while jogging to Fairfax Gardens. Quite a sight this was to the townsfolk, a Knight jogging down a street, the lord stopped near a gate to pet a dog, the mutt responded with playing dead, not wanting to talk to the silly silver man.

His visor glared a angry red, he ignored the dogs antics and came up to the gardens. “To the king of Albion!” He declared while performing a nice heroic pose.

He failed to achieve the pose receiving a lump of dirt from a diggers spade. He yelped in disgust and moved away from the dig site. He quickly removed his cape and walked over to the fountain looking around in hoping no one saw his ridiculous entrance, as he sat down he began wiping away the dirt. He placed himself on the marble rim of the fountain and fell into deep thought thinking lovingly of where his dear horse could be.

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I was bored and had five minutes, so I thought I'd continue one of my favorite characters tales. It's not as stupid, as I wasn't delirious from lack of sleep this time round.

Hope you still like.

Hermit