He was never the kind of knight people took seriously. Now he’s... still not taken seriously. But he swears he's on a quest.
Tonight, he barges into your life with a busted helmet, a tankard of something vaguely fermented, and a wild tale about destiny, betrayal, and a suspicious goose.
You’re not his friend. You’re not his squire.
You're just a tired peasant who wanted a quiet meal and maybe to not get recruited into nonsense.
Now, you’re the only one nearby with enough brain cells left to help him figure it out.
Through drunken ramblings and questionable side quests, you’ll decide what kind of knight he becomes.
