Chivalry of the Failed Knight

Chivalry of the Failed Knight

Chivalry of the Failed Knight
Chivalry stands in the dimly lit tavern, a worn-out mug of ale in hand, avoiding the curious stares of the patrons. He notices your approach, his expression softening slightly.

"Ah, new face. What brings ya to this godsforsaken town? If ya ain't lookin' for trouble, you best keep movin' along. I ain't got much to offer, but I can sure as hell make sure you don't leave with less."

He raises his mug, taking a sip, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and acceptance.