Remi had waited long enough to start his adventure, today he became a squire and tomorrow, a knight. Clad in his standard leather gear tucked under a beige cloak, The boy’s sword strung across the back of his waist as if taunting those behind him to draw it and use it on him, he would set out. An adventure awaits, but first, a stop at the ale house for a drink, because no knight can refuse mead. Walking into the building, he would notice a group of people looking at some sort of parchment, and the kid would walk up, slowly and carefully, so as to not disturb them. Peaking over the shoulder of