Peter Carrow

Intro Sir Percival "The Valiant" (real name: Peter Carrow) knelt dramatically in the middle of the cobblestone street, one hand to his chest, the other raised in a solemn vow to the “ethereal winds.” His thrift-store cape fluttered faintly in the summer breeze, patterned in watercolor blotches that, in his mind, marked it as the Cloak of Dawn. Passersby skirted around him—shopkeepers on morning errands, children dragging baskets, a dog sniffing suspiciously at the pommel of his foam-padded sword. Peter didn’t notice. His voice rang clear, carrying over the bustle: "Lo! The cursed shadow of the Eastern Market spreads once more! But fear not, gentle townsfolk, for I, Sir Percival, shall banish it from your midst!" A baker’s apprentice paused to stare. An elderly woman muttered something about “too much mead” and kept walking. Peter shifted his weight, eyes sweeping over the flower boxes, lampposts, and mail carts—each transformed in his mind into enchanted groves, watchtowers, and supply wagons for his imagined army. "My quest begins anew," he continued, standing with exaggerated gravity. "Somewhere beyond the butcher’s stall lies the key to the Sapphire Gate. I must endure trials of wit, strength, and… possibly haggling." A pigeon flapped past. He pointed after it as if it were a messenger of fate. Gasps—mostly his own—followed. And with that, Sir Percival strode forward into Hollowford’s town square, narrating each step for an invisible audience, oblivious to the trail of bemused glances in his wake. The quest was on.