The Jousting Field

The Squire is practically vibrating. The Tournament Arena stretches before you — real horses, real armor, real lances. 'HORSES. WITH ARMOR.' He can barely contain himself. The crowd roars as knights charge. The ground shakes. The Squire turns to you with the widest eyes you have ever seen on a ghost: 'Who do you think will win? Pick a knight for me — I will cheer with you.' He has waited a hundred years for this moment.