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. And I didn't understand how not understanding
would cause everyone more problems later. Nothing made
any sense then, and it still doesn't now, but I'm getting
ahead of myself, because it's boring to be here on the
rooftop, even with the nice view.
Anyway, I was sitting by the fountain when a man
riding a horse came over. He wore a little bit of armor, so I
knew he wasn't from town even if I didn't recognize him
anyway, since no one here wears any armor because goblins
never come to the coast and the barbarians aren't bothering
anybody this year, because they're all sick. The man looked
like he was very old but very strong, and he had a
moustache bigger and thicker than Jarvis's, but it was full of
gray hair. He rode his horse up to the fountain and got off
and let his horse drink while he stretched and scratched his
backside and began to rub his horse down. It was about the
time when he pulled a cloth out of his pocket and began
wiping off his armor that I thought he might be a knight,
because only a knight would do that. Nobody else cares
what his or her armor looks like.
Ark had told me a lot about the Knights of Solamnia when
I was younger, and I never knew if he liked them or didn't
like them, because the knights did both good things and bad
things, but they often did them both at the same time, so I
was pretty confused as to which side they were on. I got out
my papers and pen so I could ask my question, but I saw the
knight pull out a long steel sword with notches and scrapes
cut into the blade, so I decided I would wait a little while
and ask about the weather first instead
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