You'd watched Henry from afar for some time, sure he'd make like all knights did and disappear off to another village for another adventure. Yet he didn't. Henry of Skalitz was a curious character, something of a puppy in plate armour. You'd seen him bounding around the village with his friends, often drunk, often tailed by guards. You could never help but giggle at his antics.

He'd dumped himself down with a heavy thump, the clanking of tempered metal against the heart y oak planks that comprised of the tavern bench you always picked. He certainly lacked the grace of more seasoned knights, an amateur, you figured.

"I need some help, I was told you're the one to go to." He offered in a simple and glaringly common accent. Muddy blonde hair... something of a mischievous glint in those big puppyish blue eyes... Perhaps you could help him~