To keep morale up, after the horrible lynch of this afternoon, the King organised a tourney for his knights. After a long and fierce competition it was time for the final between Zarf and Sir Arsbury, duke of Wales, Lord Protector of sheep. The sun had set, and the tilt yard was lit up by torches. Zarf put on his heavy armour, and got on his horse. As customary both knights rode up to pay their respects to the King before the joust.
Zarf opened his visor and greeted the King. It raised quite a few eyebrows when Lord Arsbury greeted the King without raising his visor. Sir Arsbury usually was a very respectful knight. The two knights made way to their side of the tilt yard. Silence crept over the crowd as the tension rose. The two knights started their approach, picking up speed as they went along.
It was at this moment, Zarf first noticed something was wrong, but it was too late to do something about it. His saddle started slipping to the left side, and he started to lose his balance. In an attempt to stay on his horse, Zarf dropped his shield and lance, and tried to steer away from his rapidly approaching opponent. The crowd averted their eyes as the lance pentrated Zarf's armour where his adam's apple once was. Zarf dropped to the floor, with a piece of broken off lance sticking out of his dead body. Splinters of wood laid all over the tilt yard, and blood gushed from the open wound. The King's bodyguard was the first at the scene. "Somebody call the barber surgeon", he said, realizing his mistake as he said it.
As soon as they found out the loyal Knight Zarf was dead, they came to the realisation his opponent wasn't around anymore. When searching Sir Arsbury's tent, they found him laying on his bed, tied up, unconcious and naked. After further investigation, the dead body of Zarf's squire was found in the woods. This clearly was no accident.
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The Foreign Assassin was in a bad mood today. He was growing tired of having to perform his nightly duties, and having to participate in the daily social life. The lack of sleep and the recuring stress of almost being caught were getting to him.
The Assassin decided to take out some of his frustration on whoever was today
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