Not without leave from his Knight

Timothy grasped at the generous coinage, and his thin body sprinter beyond the alley. His quest set in the fire of his weak little heart, he charged upon the castle gates and called for Sir Gallahad.

"Sir Gallahad! My Knight! My lord!", he cried aloud and scouted the courtyard. One soldier was kind enough to indicate the training yard. Upon seeing his pitiful excuse for a squire, Gallahad ceased his attack upon a straw made man.

"Timothy, what hast brought thine presence upon me this day? We've no quest to speak of, nor tourney to achieve."

"My lord! I have need of your blessing to pursue a quest most important! Granted upon me by Merlin the Wise!", Timothy holared as he fell to his knees.

Gallahad bade him stand with laughter in his chest, "Do not suspend my interest, boy, what wisdom hath the sage granted you?"

Timothy filthied his face with his sleeve to remove his tears, "Upon a visit to my sister, the blessed wizard saw fit to grant me a quest to claim a proper place as a man, and coin to pursue it with!"

Gallahad heaved his blade into the Earth and laughed heartily, "And you are less of a man than any? You are squire of Sir Gallahad, boy! Your strength hides deep within these fatless arms, and they have never failed to carry even my own horse!"

Timothy dared not lose sight of his mission, and bared forth the pitiful three centimeters nature had bestowed upon his groin.

Gallahad gasped and cried, "Ye God's and Morrigan's tits, boy! We must gather supplies and leave post haste! I shall send a courier to his Majesty Arthur of our quest, be on thy way to the smithy. Any coin you lack, give him my crest and inform him I shall personally take on the debt.", the Knight pressed a seal of his family insignia into Timothy's hands, "We ride before sunset!"