I know the Knight's Codex like the back of my hand.
- Be "patient." Practice. Hard. Every damn day.
- Master the basics of defense. Mind your downward sweep. Ensure the flick of your wrist is as fast as a flash.
- Care for your equipment, treat it as yet another limb, an extension of yourself.

I know it all, off and on the battlefield. I can answer every question and every blow. My mind is a fortress, my defensive stance impenetrable.
Still, why does the mentor insist on locking me in the tower? Does he not see that I'm ready? Is it because I dodge more than I parry? Or because I polish my armor plate instead of the mentor's shoes?

I'm sick and tired of being patient! It's time I made my own rules:

- Be brave.
- Dodge beats block, block beats hit. Dance where others fall.
- Shine bright like the sun. Blind with valor and grace
... Return as a knight, or never.

Fairburn

To the Scourge of Brightwich:

Your days of haunting are numbered.
Come to face me outside the village at high noon tomorrow.

Whoever loses shall never see the light of day again.

Fairburn