You heard about the troubles last night

You walk shirtless down the corridor, feeling twenty once more. Your mood couldnt be better, nor more quickly destroyed then when the guard found you. "Sir Scott" he said "is mortally wounded"

There he was, pale as ****, with bandages around his chest, Magister Kelleth weaving enchantments that meant the difference between life and **** for the brave paladin. The Queen was also by his side, sobbing for her true love. You expected to see accusation when she saw you, but her need for companionship was more pressing. She was cold as night.

"Sir Scott... I dont know what it was that he fought, but it wasnt human. It may have appeared that way if you werent close enough, but..."

"They arrested Johnathon Wintergale, saying he was the one that did this, Sir" Absurd, you know the kid, trained him since he was green. He, like half of the recruits, worship Sir Scott.

You have long accepted you arent a hero like Sir Scott Gygora, but he laid in bed now, and soon the castle would wake and everything would become political. The window of opportunity was short.

"we need someone to find out who did this" The Queen still seems feeble, from her vigil. "And I know the perfect person"

Poor Johnathon Wintergale. He always wanted to be a hero, now it would be his chance.