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[hildago]

That he walked his trusty steed Rocinante through doors is not by far the strangest thing to happen to Don Quixote, the bravest, most honorable, most stalwart of all knights in the history of Knight Errantry.

Even, that he is suddenly in a new place might not seem so strange to the Knight, who, as those with a penchant for the wonders of the Romance as a genre of literature can attest. After all, magic is a staple of such books. (They are also what drove our brave, honorable stalwart knight from his very wits.) It is a good thing he is clad in his armor (which is rusted, barely holding together and very heavy)!

It is a lovely place, he finds, after all. Bright and warm with lovely flowers and a field of clover that beckons Rocinante closer. The horse, who, in Quixote's mind, is the most valiant of all steeds, is actually a poor, old sway-backed hack who would very much like to only roam through the clover.

The old man and the old horse wander further and the man can be heard exclaiming, "Sancho! I say, Sancho, it seems we have found a new adventure." He does not look behind him to see that his squire has not made the journey to this place with him. "Surely, this will be a place wherein I can honor my fair Dulcinea with deeds worthy of her name!"


[enter one Don Quixote de la Mancha, fighter of windmills and sheep, man bereft of his wits. Please keep him from the flowers and his horse from the clover?]

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[hildago]

Truthfully, Don Quixote is used to not recognizing anything; it is one of the benefits of being mad. "Surely," he tells his new friend. "We shall find adventure here."

[thequeensman]

There are many benefits to madness, Will is beginning to see. And he cannot claim that he is totally in his right mind either, not with the adventures he'd had in Faerie with Will.

"I think you are correct in that, Don. I feel certain that this place will have many wonders for us to explore."

[hildago]

"I say," the Knight suddenly declares, so physically moved by his idea that his armor clatters and he nearly loses his footing. "Would you wish to be my squire? We can adventure together!"

[thequeensman]

"I do not think I possess the necessary skills to serve you as you deserve to be served, Don. But I am grateful for the honor." Will said with a small bow and a smile. "Though adventuring together does sound like a grand plan."

First, the ale and food. Then the adventuring.

[hildago]

Ale would need to be limited as Quixote is old enough that more than one may well do him in for the night. But food, yes! Then adventure.

"Very well," the hildago replies. "We shall be compatriots, then." And that is good. Who better to tell stories to?