<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.donmai.us/original/6f/ae/__ramza_beoulve_final_fantasy_and_1_more_drawn_by_copepe__6fae62e6e68aa439c337b915921fa272.jpg)</div>No horse made this journey more insufferable and every step was a reminder that he had indeed lost soundly at the last tournament. Betting on himself had cost him both horse and barding along with his sword and lance. This was not the way for a knight to make his entrance towards a new village. Least he wasn't walking in by his lonesome. It's amazing whom one find on the road. Down on his luck he would need some odd jobs and one might say risky endeavors to get some funds. Hence why his journey to be a renowned knight and champion has brought him and his fellow travelers to New Sorpigal.<br/><br/><strong>"Finally made it here. Hopefully this place has decent food."</strong>He mused to himself. His feet positively were as jubilant about this as his stomach was temperamental. His gut growled demanding food.<br/><br/>After so much walking he wanted just a quick break to stay off his feet and fill his belly up. Maybe he could find out something about the goblins in that tower they passed. He had to of course mind his step carrying his few weapons he kept from the last melee tournament. Polearms were intimidating and awkward after all.