THE ERRANT KNIGHT
“This is insane!” Po yelled, dodging flowers being thrown at our procession by young girls on either side of the road. The opening ceremonies for the Tournament of Romir were a spectacle like nothing he had ever seen. As we made our way under the shower of petals, I looked for our stealthy compatriots.
Really, I looked for Pathfinder. Being away from Iris and around Pathfinder had muddled what I thought to be true in my heart. I yearned to spend more time with her, but we were on a quest. Multiple quests, really. As I searched, I couldn’t help but notice that the King of Romir had spared no expense this year in celebrating the reigning champion, his son. What a sight it would be if Roc actually defeated that jerk.
Whiskey Danger made our way along the procession, wavin
