TK could and could not understand how he had ended up here. He had not done anything of importance or anything particularly noticeable, and least of all he was not especially sociable or had the charisma and leadership that a Great Knight should possess. He had eyes only for the few meager books that remained in the strategy room. As expected, the room had been thrown into disarray due to the siege. Sighing, TK bent down to pick up the fallen books and carefully close them to make sure the pages would not bend. He gathered the texts into a sizeable stack, and to any knight or apprentice that chose to approach him, he gave them a smile and kindly ignored them.

After more questions and requests, TK finally paused his work. “I am still new to this, but correct me if I am wrong. I am not the only Great Knight you can ask for assistance, correct?” A passive-aggressive smile. “No matter,” he continued. He turned toward the nearest apprentice. “What was the matter?”

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It was a mundane dream, but his dreams had always been mundane. TK slowly sat up and ran a hand through his hair. He could not understand its contents, because he had no desire to become a Great Knight. Was his subconscious attempting to convey something to him? Eyes narrowed and lips drawn into a tight line, TK exited the room.