Pail found herself on the beach one morning, as the Castle of Sand called upon her. When a Patron calls, a knight must obey.
“Yes Ma’am?” she says as she enters the Castle of Sand’s small domain.
“Pail… I understand that you are my top-performing Knight, therefore I must entrust you to do very dangerous things.” Pail was taken aback. “Why yes of course. Is there a particularly difficult mission I must carry out?” “Yes. I suspect someone may be hunting me with the intent to kill me and my legions.” Pail’s eyes go wide and she quickly gets on one knee, bowing.
“My lady, I will do whatever I must to protect you. For we are connected.” The Castle of Sand closes its eyes.
“Pail, I am counting on you for me and my legions' survival. You must find this Patrocutioner and kill him before he reaches me.” “How did you find this out, ma’am?” The castle of sand lowers her head, looking Pail directly in the eyes.
“An oracle foretold this to me many nights ago.” “Why didn’t you warn me sooner-!” “Don’t you dare raise your voice at me! I have my reasons. you are an unstable creature… and you know that.” Pail once again takes one knee and bows.
“I apologize ma’am, but your safety is my top priority, hence my emotional outburst.” The Castle of Sand slowly raises its head.
“I suspect the Patrocutioner will be coming from the Sewnlands. You know what you’re looking for, yes?” “Yes ma’am. Patrocutioners from the Sewnlands have a very particular-looking helmet.” “Very good, very good. Gather your armor and leave immediately.” “Of course my lady.” Pail replies solemnly before rising from her knees.
“You can count on me, my lady… I promise I will save you if it's the last thing I do.”
Pail’s journey began with her wishing her fellow knights farewell…
