You killed the man, his body still lays at your feet. You got too busy daydreaming to remember that you were on an important quest. You should do something.
I grab the cross bow, as a token of my victory. Now no one can doubt my triumph.
The crossbow is big and bulky. You can't hold both your sword and the crossbow. This may be a problem.
It's no problem at all. I take the rags that this bandit wore as clothes and make it into a knapsack. I put the crossbow in there and loot his body for any other goodies. Bandits always have goodies.
You find a moldy chunk of bread, a small bottle of liquor, and some salted fish.
I put the fish and liquor in my new knapsack, then I chuck the bread behind me. I don't need any more bread.
"Mmmph" a muffled noise comes from behind. It's coming from the prisoner, you almost forgot about him.
I turn around, and walk over to him. I bend over and remove his gag. "Are you alright, sir?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine, no injuries. What took you so long over there?"
"I am Sir Nathaniel, a knight from the kingdom of Glenwood. I suggest that you speak to me with more respect."
He looks you up and down, and seems to acknowledge your position. "I'm sorry sir, I had no idea."
"You had better be sorry," I say in my bold, authoritative voice. "Why are you here? Why did this bandit capture you?"
"Oh, uh. It's a long story, you don't want to hear it."
"Sir, I need to know what happened; that's my job."
"Well, I was walking down the street, when this guy grabbed me and took me to this cave. I have no idea why or what for. Just let me go and I'll be fine."
"Why didn't you fight back? You seem strong enough."
"That's not important, just let me go."
Something isn't right about this guy. He's hiding something—something he's embarrassed about. I know these things about people. I'm what you would call a people-watcher. I mean, I don't watch people like a stalker, I just watch people for signs and stuff. I should reword that. People reader, that's a better way of saying it. I search the man's pockets for anything interesting.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"Sir, this is just standard knight procedure."
You find a piece of paper sealed with the royal Glenwood seal. You recognize the regal lion's head staring at you, mouth gaping open. It is the same emblem that is crested on your shield."Hey don't look at that. That's mine!" He reaches for the note but can't reach it because his hands are still tied.
"Why? Is there something you're not telling me?" I lean in, staring him dead in the eye.
"Alright, I confess, I haven't been totally honest with you. I'm not just a normal man I'm a... the... the Prince of Glenwood."
I stand and step back in awe. I had never seen the Prince before. I always thought he was kept from the public's view. I never really knew why, but King Josiah always made his children seem important. Actually, I didn't know the King even had a son. I knew about Princess Sarah, but not about a son. I assumed there must be a prince. If this really is the Prince, then surely I should bring him back to the King instantly. No silly quest about a dragon would be more important to King Josiah than his son. "Your Majesty," I drop to one knee. "I am extremely sorry, I had no idea. We must hasten you back home immediately."
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Knight's Quest
FantasyThis is the tale of a noble knight, Sir Nathaniel, and the all powerful Writer, creator of all. It begins like almost every other knight story, but quickly goes down a path unheard of, as the knight tries to become the Writer of his own story. These...