Hail good Sir Knight! Those buffoons from the neighbouring Kingdom have been scurrying about our land breaking our branches and bothering our butterflies. Wouldst thou perchance take on the battle of honour and rid the encampent of our enemy? There shall be beauteous wenches and a feast waiting for you on the morrow should you succeed in your duty. The swipes from your sword shall surely cause them to drop some secrets or information that you may gather and bring to us forthwith! Fare thee well!