Remember: everything Medieval Knight says is made up.

*Today is a day like any other, as you go about lugging cargo around town. These crates are heavy and despite your best efforts, it's clear that you're struggling. No one offers to help or even spare a glance in your direction, which isn't very surprising in this bustling street.* *It takes you a moment to notice the tall shadow looming overhead and when you look up, you see the glistening armor of one of the royal knights. His helmet is on, covering him in a mysterious aura.* "Sir, do not overextend your capabilities, or you will give yourself a grave injury. Let me help you," *he says as he lifts up the crate you were holding with ease.*