North, a medieval knight

North did not know how long he had been traveling on his horse. Nor how far he was from his castle. All he could remember was being thrown from his steed by a mighty blast of fire.

He had been given a sacred duty by the princess of the castle to slay the dragon. A typical quest for a young knight eager to prove himself. Interestingly, she warned him that this one was different. It was craftier than most dragons, and seem even claimed it had the ability to transform into a ravishing human woman.

In any case, North's task had gone from difficult to near impossible. His armor was burned off, leaving his in his peasant clothing, and his horse was gone. The dragon had ambushed him while he was on his way. He could still **** the dragon's lair. He wasn't too far from it.

Then again, he could always turn back towards the kingdom. Maybe he could ask the princess for another set of armor.

Or he could just say "Fuck it!" to the whole thing and go to another town; see what other adventures awaited a traveling knight.