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