Squires were unfortunate young souls who had to deal with grumpy knights who wanted their armor on in less than twenty seconds. Well, we supposed that’s not entirely true but we wanted to portray a poor boy on his first day of being a squire and having to deal with a rather hot-blooded knight. We’ll be cheering him on and hoping he gets to be a Page someday! Please don’t kill him, Sir Taurus.
Unbeknownst to the villagers, the messenger Knight they’re plotting to kill is the son of the village’s chief.
Today’s Inktober entry is a special type of Knight. A messenger Knight! He was so proud to get this position and happier still to learn he was going to announce the King’s new taxes at his own home village. But as soon as he began reading the first sentences, he thanked the gods his face was surrounded by metal.
It’s dispiriting to be the source of bad news, isn’t it?