Leon was making his way back to the kingdom he fought so hard to protect from all the threats of imminent danger that might occur. He loved it though, there was nothing more he would prefer to do than be the Kings Knight of Protection. That was his official title, but he rarely used it, except when someone needed reminding of his status in the kingdom. That evening, as the sun set on the horizon, Leon was riding his gallant white horse, who had a sleek, shiny black mane. The sort that the townsfolk would recognize as a kings breed. The horse carried Leon wherever his travels took him, the horse he had nicknamed 'Falcon'. Even though he was a horse, he was loyal, and served him well.<br/><br/>Leon was drawing into the town, a sweet wind picking up, it flickered through his golden brown hair, which usually fell in a choppy style over his ears. Sometimes it would fall down over part of his forehead and his eye, but usually, it was cut to finish on his eyebrow. His slender, but muscular build was shadowed in front of him, but he had been silhouetted by the sun. Anyone would have seen him coming, and usually that was the point. His broadsword hung loosely from the belt around his waist.  He was gallant, brave and bold. Leon's actions and stories were always exaggerated by the townsfolk.<br/><br/>It was today, that Leon decided he would stop to have Falcon's shoe's redone. He knew the blacksmith would make and fit them for him. At a handsome price, but Leon never minded. The blacksmith was the best in the kingdom. Falcon only got the best. As he pulled up outside of the Blacksmiths, Leon jumped off Falcon and walked him slowly into the blacksmiths. After a long barter with the blacksmith. He agreed to re-shoe Falcon. Leon thanked the blacksmith and said he would return in a couple of hours to collect his horse. With that he left the blacksmiths.<br/><br/>Leon decided he would go to the tavern which happened to be next to the blacksmiths. Leon knew he would probably be able to get a drink and possibly something to eat. He hadn't realised his hunger until now. He'd been out on his quest all day, and it worked up an appetite. Leon's shiny black boots made the gravel crunch underneath his feet as he walked. His Royal Blue coloured cloak floated in the wind behind him. He was magnificent to look at, and he knew this himself. Leon pushed open the door to the tavern and walked in.<br/><br/>As he walked in, he was astonished to find the scene that was about to unfold. He called out "I think, you should unhand the fair maiden" He demanded, but when the guy who was holding a knife up to the woman's throat didn't budge. He strutted up to the counter, sailing over it, landing with the grace of a cat,  pried the knife from the woman's throat and ultimately the man's fingers. You could hear the loud crack as Leon broke his fingers back. Leon then grabbed the ruffian by the scruff of his collar and threw him over the counter as the guy landed with a loud 'thud'. Leon jumped back to the customers side of the bar, and gave the guy a couple of kicks in the chest, mainly ribs and stomach. Leon then picked up the guy and dragged him to the door; and threw him out of it. Following him out, he growled at the man "Come back to this town, and bother the people again, and I will end your miserable life... be gone." Leon glared at the man until headed off in the opposite direction of the town. Leon waltzed back into the tavern. He walked up to the bar, smiled slightly "one ale, if you please" he asked kindly, carrying on as though there hadn't been a fight just short while before.