Weary of his perpetual inability to bring even a single dragon head back to the castle, he eventually wanders off into the forest and takes up residence in a little forest cave. He spends his days looking for sturdy sticks to build his little hut with, and foraging for berries and nuts. It's sad to see him wind up like this. At night, even though his mind is mostly gone, he turns his thoughts towards the great mysteries of life. He's collecting quite a few interesting questions. He doesn't have answers yet, but the questions he's coming up with are very interesting by themselves. He's looking for something he can use as paper - some thin peelings of birch bark, perhaps? - and when he's got enough for a book, he's going to start writing.
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"That is not what I meant at all; That is not it, at all."
On Friday nights he goes out bowling with the court jester and the royal executioner. Their team, The Lane-isters are currently in third in their league, The Game of Throwins. They'd be a clear first but the jester just never gets over chuckling over the ball polisher instead of staying focused. They might complain but he buys the drinks. Who knew jesters got paid so well?
In Knight School he failed Damsel Distress 101 when both his damsel and his examiner were horrifically eaten by dragons. Gallant Knighthood 102 he failed when he chose to rescue his damsel's thousand dollar necklace over the damsel herself, and I heard his horse is insured for three thousand dollars since he lanced his last horse while jousting (due to a freak accident involving a sudden rain of fish).
