Dastardly

Given Bayard's character, he was both loved and loathed. The knights exited the safe room with a quick gait following behind obediently all the same.

Occasionally, they would run into traps. They weren't usually anything to write home about though. Rock slides, pitfalls, skeleton traps, nothing they couldn't breeze past.

"Si-Sir!" One of the knights from the back yelled with clear nervosity.

Bayard raised an eyebrow and turned to locate him. He saw how the knight languidly carried himself and realized what was likely going on.

"Sven, you need to work on your stamina" One the knights next to him said with pity as a form of advice.

"I- I know!" He yelled somewhat exasperated. Truthfully he just suffered from a condition. He was however never willing to admit as such since it would prevent him from becoming a knight as he had always yearned.