The countdown to November continues with: the knight.
More background work today. I think I'm going to enjoy writing his scenes. Does that make me a bad person?
Sir Dustin Drake - "Dusty" to absolutely no one with any interest in living - strode into the academy's reception hall and stopped to examine his surroundings. Stroking his well-oiled mustache, he sniffed twice to show that he was unimpressed, then moved to the welcome desk to his left.
"Good morrow, sir knight," the woman seated there said. "How are you on this beaut-"
"I am in need of a new squire," Dustin informed the air five inches above her head. "Preferably a more... durable one this time."
"Oh... I see. And what exactly happened to your previous one?"
"Oh, good heavens! I'm so sorry -"
"Yes, terribly sad and all that," Dustin said as he inspected his fingernails. "But whatever can we do but carry on? So." He leaned towards her, placing his hands on the counter between them. "What are my options like today?"
"I think," the woman replied after a slight hesitation, "I have just the young man for you. Please, follow me."