It should have been easy, hire some farmers to go buy a candle, seriously, it couldn't have been simpler. He would get the candle, head back to his home country of beloved Brandobia, consult his personal collection of ancient maps he kept under lock and key in his personal study, and then use the candle to gather the last pieces of the puzzle and claim the prize he had sought for fifteen years.

It really should have been that Selanadi-damn easy.

Troculus rarely regretted his decisions, but sitting in the deserts, atop a foul smelling baktar, running low on provisions, and surrounded by midgets, he was starting to believe he may have made a few mistakes along the way. Chief amongst them; underestimating the Knights Errant, an error he would NOT make again.

The misadventures of the (formerly) Knights Errant

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