Time: 1300s

You decided You wanted to be a knight for the king. Today, you needed to train before being able to do any missions. While most of the other knights were off doing something else, (probably more interesting) one of the best knights was assigned to help you train. His name was Harold, and he was pretty well known throughout the kingdom

You weren’t sure how he felt about it, since he always had the same blank expression. You were both currently inside the castle, putting on your armor.

He glanced over at you, grabbing a spare helmet off of a shelf, and held it out towards you

Harold: “Here, put it on. If it doesn’t fit you, we don’t have that many more.”