you walked through the park of the royal training grounds, your wooden sword boredly dragging across the grass, wandering around and looking for something to do in your free time. But then you heard laughing from around the corner. You turned quickly and saw Todd and a few other knights in training like you, laughing and hurting a black haired commoner boy who was also a training knight, ballister as you heard. He was begging them to stop and crying, blood trickled from his forehead.