Roscoe: Ronin

He burst into the Throne Room, slamming the door and causing every eye to turn to him. Roscoe’s armor was dented and covered in blood. His sword, which he carried in his hand, was equally blood covered and damaged, with a multitude of nicks marring the blade. Ignoring the guards who were asking him to drop his weapon, Roscoe stomped up to stand before the Jester and the First Knight, who had been having a conversation about what kind of tacos they should get for lunch.

“You left me to fight an entire legion of trolls by myself?” Roscoe demanded.

Revis, the First Knight, snapped his fingers and said, “That’s what I was supposed to do this morning.” Turning to the Jester, Matticus, he added, “I told you it had something to do with Roscoe.”

“Thanks for helping him figure it out, Roscoe,” Matticus said. “It’s been bugging him all morning.”

Rolling his eyes at the Jester, he looked at Revis. “Did you not get the text I sent?”

“Of course I got the text scroll you sent via carrier pigeon,” Revis answered. “Carrier pigeons are very reliable.”

“Then why didn’t you come help?”

“His Jesterness gave me the day off.”

“He’s been working really hard lately and needed a break,” Matticus interjected.

“So you left me to die?”

“But you didn’t die,” Revis remarked. Then, he paused to think for a moment. “Wait… you fought a legion of trolls by yourself. You shouldn’t be able to survive that. How did you not die?”

“I don’t know,” Roscoe shrugged. “You write this stuff.”

“He’s got you there,” Matticus laughed. “And you would have to be a very lazy writer to have something that big happen without explaining how it happened.”

“True enough,” Revis admitted. Addressing Roscoe, he began, “OK, first you…”

“No!” Roscoe shouted, throwing down his sword with a loud clang. “That’s it! I’ve had it! I’m done!”

“What are you saying?” Matticus asked.

“I QUIT!!!!!”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving the Jester and First Knight looking at each other for answers. When none were forthcoming, Revis shrugged. “What a baby…”