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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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[trapdoorspider]

"Island worthy?" Myrnin asks, the smirk still playing at the corners of his lips. "I am Myrnin." He is sorely tempted to add the Lord and of Conroy, but he doubted either of those would mean much to this man. Besides his Conroy was no more and the queen that had made him Lord is long deceased. "And might I ask your name?"

[hildago]

"Don Quixote de la Mancha! Knight Errant! Righter of wrongs and redresser of grievances," he is told. "I did, you see, promise my squire the governorship of an island with a worthy enough adventure!"

[trapdoorspider]

Well, he's exactly who Myrnin thought he was. Of course, Myrnin thought he was fictional as well. Never the mind. Stranger things and the like. "Well then, I shall assure you this place is worthy enough an adventure. I believe you'll agree if you stick around a bit."

[hildago]

"Ah, what excellent news!" exclaims the hildago. "Now... If I can only find Sancho and where he's wandered off to." the knight turns a slow, creakedy circle. "What sorts of adventures, say you? Dragons? Dark knights?"

[trapdoorspider]

"Best of luck in finding your squire," Myrnin nods. As to adventures, his eyebrows go up. "Dark knights to be certain, though they may not look like the ones you know. You can find them hiding in alleys and like at night. I've not seen a dragon, but then perhaps it's being sneaky."

[hildago]

"Dragons," the knight intones, "are very sneaky indeed." Oh yes. So sneaky that he has never seen one! But he does not deny that they exist.

"It is my experience," he adds, "That dark knights do like the night, as it matches the pitch of their souls."

[trapdoorspider]

"You've experience with them then?" Myrnin is curious. He really isn't called bullshit on Don.

Myrnin can't help but snicker at that. "Indeed it would. However, not all dark knights are bad. Simply misunderstood."

[hildago]

"... misunderstood?" That seems to trip the hildago up and he pauses, brows drawn. "Well ... yes," he decides after a moment's thought. "Not all men are bad, are they? They are only ... yes, misunderstood. Though!" he is quick to add. "Many are bad."