[Doctor Gabriel]

Saber didn’t hear him. By the time Erik had finished his
sentence, the brave knight was standing proudly in the middle of the road.

The little old woman in the Honda Civic only barely hit the brakes in time to avoid smashing into the bizarre gentleman in a full suit of poorly made platemail. She squinted over the dashboard at the strange fellow and jumped a little as he slammed his palms onto the hood.

“Madam!” he bellowed, trying to insure she would hear him from within her metal box, “My master and I are a on mission of grave import! I beseech thee, let us join you down this stone pathway toward our noble goal!”

The woman who seemed even older than the aged knight before her blinked for a few seconds.

“Excusez-moi?”