"Hurry up, Sangqiu. We need to enter the city before sunset to visit the noble Perfikot Brandelis. Arriving too late would be quite disrespectful," a knight in antique armor said as he led an emaciated old horse through the streets of Chernobyl.
Behind him, a short, chubby servant was leading a mule carrying their luggage.
"Master Don Quixote, are you sure we won't be kicked out with the way we're going to visit that Count?" The servant looked at his knight master with some concern, finding it hard to imagine that the Lord, who controlled everyone's life and death in the entire Northern Territory, would be willing to meet his knight-novel-obsessed master.
