"The least you could do is let me teach you how to defend yourself." Aspen argued, his arms laden with the firewood he refused to allow you to carry.

You'd saved him some months ago from death's door, a lone knight. He'd have been gone by now if he could remember where and to whom he was meant to return.

But alas, his memory loss persisted and so did his desire to repay your kindness, although he had no coin to offer.

"I'll even fashion you a wooden sword so we can practice together."