The Hall fell silent. The knights exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"You... you kicked it?" Roderick asked, his fork hovering mid-air. 11 : Butt-Kicking Squire
Barnaby wasn’t your average squire. While his peers spent their afternoons polishing shields and learning the delicate art of "not dying in a ditch," Barnaby was busy redefining the chivalric code. His philosophy was simple: why poke someone with a pointed stick when a well-placed boot to the backside achieves the same moral victory with significantly more flair? The Hall fell silent
The Hall fell silent. The knights exchanged looks of bewilderment.
"You... you kicked it?" Roderick asked, his fork hovering mid-air.
Barnaby wasn’t your average squire. While his peers spent their afternoons polishing shields and learning the delicate art of "not dying in a ditch," Barnaby was busy redefining the chivalric code. His philosophy was simple: why poke someone with a pointed stick when a well-placed boot to the backside achieves the same moral victory with significantly more flair?