Sir Eglamour of Artois' trek was nearly complete, yet the journey had yet to even begun. While it might not have been a literal journey, though it wasthe metaphorical journey involving the conquering of the dragon mother and returning this kingdom back to being ruled over by the faeries. The knight drew out his short-sword and his shield, ready to defeat the foul and horrible monsters that were surely lying in wait for him. 

But as he dawned upon the castle, there were a few things odd. Notably the castle doors were [i]open[/i]. And another strange factor was the fact that there didn't seem to be a draw-bridge or moat for basic defense. Adding onto these weird conundrums was the fact that there didn't appear to be any archers of any sort upon the parapets. 

[color=fbd324][i]Uncouthli this castel be. Paraventure the dragoun slaughtered all thy citiseins.[/i][/color] Sir Eglamour of Artois thought to himself. Nevertheless despite all of these strange things, the knight charged upon his noble steed into the castle. As his horse bucked up letting out a mighty war neigh, and spreading dirt and other muck to the floor below, Sir Eglamour pointed his sword forwards at the strange group of individuals that clearly served the dragon of this castle.

[color=fbd324]"HARK FOU-"[/color] the knight found himself interrupted by a realization. There was a fishman walking about with these foreigners. Sir Eglamour knew what this creature was. His horse slammed its hooves back down as Eglamour sheathed his sword and shield.

Dismounting from his horse, the knight got down upon both of his knees and clasped his gauntlets together in prayer. After this silence he turned towards Harvey and began to speak, his voice solemn.

[color=fbd324]"Foryeven mine hastif acciouns. I was nought iwar that a Bishop-fish, a holimanne like ye, would be techyng thine lessouns here."[/color] He kept his position before he continued on. [color=fbd324]"Mine sword shan't be unshethen til ye seien elles in consentinge."[/color]