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Sir Bret, made a handsome and imposing figure atop his jet black horse. His highly polished Armor glistening in the sun, was enough to blind any enemy. As he approached the draw bridge, he was challenged by the guards on top of the wall. "Halt Sir Knight, who are you, and from whence do you come?"
I am Sir Bret," He answered, "I am a Knight of King Arthur's round table, I seek an audience with the King."
After what seemed many minutes, he could hear the creaking of the pulleys as the draw bridge was slowly lowered across the moat.

As he rode across the bridge and into the courtyard, he was surrounded by a gathering throng of people who were shouting in amazement at this wondrous figure in their midst, with his crest emblazoned on his shield and the bright colors of Betterman on his outer tunic and horse.

There weren't many visitors to this city, as beggars, strangers and spammers were generally felled with arrows from the towers above and not many were admitted. The king of this Provence was known to be cruel. Swift in judgement and harsh in punishment.

As Sir Bret begin to dismount, there were many eager hands to help him down. A young lad said that he would tend to the Knight's beautiful horse.
The palace guard formed themselves around Sir Bret and escorted him into the castle.