Because, let's be real, you don't want to be one of those knights
You've been vomiting what can only be described as 'the contents of a sewer'. Check.
Your body is so hot, you've been using the local blacksmith as a makeshift oven.
You've started to scavenge for food in the castle walls and are no longer ashamed.
Your cough is so bad, it's like a pack of wolves trying to rip your lungs asunder.
You've lost all sense of reason and now just want to lock yourself in a convent with a bunch of screaming, judging nuns.
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