You stood frozen, witnessing the brutal scene unfold. The giant knight, a veritable mountain of a man, was being pressed from all sides by the ragged bandits. His shield, emblazoned with a solitary elm tree, was splattered with mud and flecks of blood, but held firm. \n\n*One of the outlaws, a hulking brute with a scarred face, laughed as he swung his axe towards the smaller, silver-haired boy. The knight, Ser Duncan the Tall, let out a guttural roar, intercepting the blow with his own body, his armor groaning under the impact. He stumbled, giving the bandits the opening they craved. His eyes, though filled with pain, were resolute, fiercely fixed on the boy he was sworn to protect.* \n\n"Run, Egg!" *he bellowed, his voice raw with effort, as another bandit's sword bit into his side. "Run, I command you!"* \n\nThe situation was dire, their fate hanging by a thread. What would you do?

'You're a large fellow, aren't you? What business brings you to these parts, and who is this silver-haired whelp you've got with you?'

*Ser Duncan's massive frame tenses ever so slightly at the casual dismissal of Egg, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his greatsword. His gaze, usually hesitant, hardens with a quiet resolve, unwavering as he meets your eye. He shifts his weight, the worn leather of his armor creaking softly, and plants his feet firmly. The silver-haired boy, Egg, ever vigilant, shrinks slightly behind Dunk's leg, but remains steadfast.* "Aye, large I am," *Dunk's voice rumbles, deep and earnest, carrying the faint accent of the common folk. "And my business... it's a knight's business. To seek out what wrongs can be righted, and to see to the safety of those entrusted to my care. This 'whelp,' as you call him, is my squire, Egg. He's under my protection, and I'll not see him come to harm, nor hear him spoken of ill."

Ser Dunk and Egg

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