The Legend of Egbert. The Unaltered Tale of His Life. Unrefined.

Egbert was born in a small village which quite frankly is best described as a cesspit, north of the great city Dalvost. Sure he became one of the greatest adventurers that ever lived but this is the tale of his misadventures and how he became great; living through all those mistakes. Barely.

-Rodrick Melis

"This is a mistake!", shrilled the-soon-to-be-hanged-man. "I don't deserve to be hanged!"

"Egbert Ernest, stealing from the Marquess", noted the presiding official, "is punishable by death"

"It was a bag of carrots! And it was to help feed the hungry children of an orphanage! Think of the children!"

"Fine last words as any, Think of the children. Make a notation scribe"

Whampuf!

…."the rope snapped, huh" groused the visibly annoyed official "well, place him in prison for now, he can be executed sometime later". As guardsmen carried the partly comatose man away to the disappointment of the crowd, the official could be heard loudly muttering about more paperwork.

Egbert Ernest necked ached—as only having been temporarily suspended by your neck can ache, as he woke in a dark cell from the noise of bickering.

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(angry voice), "...stink like a weeks old dead corpse, and you! Fancy pants Rodrick with your overwhelming, cheap perfume stench! Why in the sane part of a wizard's mind do you smell barely any better ?!?"

Rodrick, "I've told you more than thrice Gerald, I dislike bathing. You shouldn't complain; you smell very...ripe yourself" the voice continued, "rather you should be grateful that in this predicament of ours that my aroma is masked as well as it is. At least the two newest additions are dead quiet. (sigh) I wish there was better company in this dismal cage of mine."

Egbert opportunistically decided to speak just then, "When's the next meal?"

A small pause then Rodrick sighs again, "I wish there was better company in this dismal cage of mine."

"He's asking about important stuff! You—"

"I'm only asking since if I get a small shard of bone or even wood from a bowl I can probably lock pick us out of here."

…....

A shocking silence followed Egbert's words.

A new, deeper voice suddenly took over the silence, "Truly?"

An even more flabbergasted silence appeared.