A sluggish fool, armed with his father's rusty sword. Hilt gripped in his mouth, and just like his father before, he fails to understand the difference, between the times when he should be gripping it tighter, and the times he should just be spitting the stupid thing onto the floor.

His hair is all matted, his tunic in disarray. The coat of arms on his shield is no longer on display. His boots are worn with holes, his...