>>5548631>>5548632>>5548633>>5548635>>5548641>>5548647>The “knight” must just be some kid who wanted to be a hero.You would ascertain-.. yes, that this must be a KID, and a particularly young one at that.
You can picture it in your head–thirty, forty years ago, a rambunctious boy with a few loose teeth reads about the adventurers of old and grows fat on heroic sangfroid. The boy steals away with his father's armor and a sword in the night and sets out to the closest dungeon, only to meet a decisive end at the hands of some low level monster in one of the first rooms. This feels right.
“So.. are we going, then?” The “knight” looks up at you expectantly.
“Ah, yes! Of course.” You clap your hands together. You’re not too familiar with dealing with kids–you are, after all, both the youngest son in a family of nine and the youngest member of the chapel–but you’ve always sought for a younger sibling or something of the sort. You figure you can get by alright with vague wooshing noises and pretending you know what you’re doing.
>Continue down the corridor to the next passage of the dungeon.>Hold up a moment. You need some kind of distinguishing mark to tell the knight apart from your master [Write-In.]>Write-In. 