“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
“Wha—oh. Well, I’m sorry, then. I shan’t speak of him anymore, since you are so jealous.”“I am kidding, did you say jealous? I am not jealous of Mordred. He is a fellow friend and knight.”
“Indeed. Are we exploring to any purpose, sire, or just for the sake of wandering?”
“I am not sure yet. I feel that we do need something to be of a purpose in case someone asks what we are up to.”
“Well, there is a tale I’ve been hearing quite a lot recently in the lower town … someone has set up at one of the bridges, claiming to be a knight and challenging all comers. They say he makes prisoners of those who refuse, those who fall to him, and ladies travelling without protection.”