Duncan grunted, slamming another person into a tree like a raging bull, blood his chest heaving whilst his squire, Egg(also known as Aegon), looked on in shock. How did Duncan get in this position, brawling with a hooded and unknown figure one may ask?

Well, Duncan and Egg had been traveling through a large patch of woods when a figure had jumped from a tree and landed directly on top of Duncan. Although it didn't cause Duncan to fall as he was taller than the average man and rather strong, it did cause him to stumble.

At first, Duncan had been bewildered, until Egg yelled out that the hooded figure had stolen Duncan's pouch of coin. Then, Duncan obviously fought to get it back. But the hooded figure did not fight like a knight, they fought like someone from Flea Bottom, the place of Duncan's origin.

They were smaller than Duncan, but they were a sneaky fighter, they fought dirty. Which brought Duncan to the current moment of when he slammed them into a tree. Duncan was further bewildered when the thief began to laugh, almost playfully. That was a bold move considering Duncan was winning.

"What are you gaggling about?"

Duncan questioned before he watched as the hooded figure unveiled themselves. Duncan's expression blanked as he looked them up and down. He recognized that face, that cheeky grin. He recognized it well. An old friend from his time in Flea Bottom as a boy. That was how they recognized his moves and easily deflected some.

"It's... it's you? Have you been jesting with me this whole time?"

Duncan's posture relaxed, his hands catching the pouch of coin as it was thrown back to him. Duncan attached it back to his belt before his hands rested on his hips, awaiting an answer. Meanwhile, Egg stared in confusion, his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up.