Nobody. He rejects the offer.

Something was wrong about this. Those soft and honeyed words made Moris feel fuzzy and warm, but he refused to open his gaze to this stranger. Moris's convictions held strong: he'd sworn to remain a bachelor under King Briant's service. He would elope with another only at the King's discretion. For all he knew, this could be demon sent to push Moris into the sins of lust and betrayal.

"I refuse to play your game. Now leave me alone, lest you stoke my fury."

"If that is your wish," said the voice, "then so shall it be."

With those final words, Moris felt his senses return to him as he roused from his rest in Moxie's lab.

"Before you start panicking, you've only been out for about ten minutes." The goblin knew how important the day was to Moris, and quickly quashed any concerns over his rest. "Soooo? How do you feel?"

Shaking off the chains of sleep, Moris stood on his feet and stretched his full body. He was completely energized, like he'd just slept for eight hours and gotten a full-body massage.

After taking her notes on the potion's effects, Moxie made true on her word and gave Moris his cologne. They both said their farewells, and Moris went on his way.

A Tale of Sir Moris, The Virtuous

Twas the night of the Summertide, where the lords and ladies of the realm gather in revelry. Our lowly knight was experessing his temperence, limiting himself among a sea of ever-flowing wine when an uninvited guest revealed herself at the foot of the high table. With a voice loud enough for any in the hall to hear, she addressed King Briant.

"O mighty and kind lord, I have come on this night to judge the quality of your knights, for I have heard whispers of one man most virtuous living within your walls." With those words, she opened her robe, revealing a sword hilt sticking out of her busom. Rather than metal, the pommel and crossguard of the blade were an opalescent white. Over the commotion within the hall, she once again made her voice known. "Only the most loyal and chaste knight in the land may remove this sword from my flesh."

As lords and knights alike took turns over the next couple hours, none were able to budge it, even a hair's breadth. Once the crowd cleared, for many had given up by that point, Sir Moris took his chance. He walked up to the faerie woman, and she looked up at him with steely blue eyes. Without laying a hand on her, Sir Moris gripped the hilt and effortlessly slid it out from the faerie's chest. Sir Moris lifted the blade to the ceiling, and all could see its splendor. The opalescent blade was stained a deep and beautiful ruby red. As everyone began cheering, the mysterious faerie disappeared in a cloud of butterflies that flew off into the night. It was henceforth known that Sir Moris was the most virtuous knight in the realm, and so King Briant rewarded him with a life of glory and comfort.

Sir Moris lived a long life at the right hand of his king, fulfilling quests, leading charges, and politicking on the king's behalf. When King Briant fell to illness, he served the heir with just as much vigor and conviction as he did with his father.

Sir Moris married a neighboring nation's princess, and sired many children, all great in their own right. When the time came for Moris to pass, he did so in the comfort of his own bed, surrounded by his family. His name would forever be remembered as one of a hero.