"GO DO THE DOORS, WAFFLE!" the Sovereign Knight yelled at the Man at Arms. Waffle grew up weak, always at the lowest end of his classes and military experiences. He always wanted to amount to something, -anything-, but with his beanpole arms, Waffle could hardly even lift a broad sword, let alone swing it. He spent his entire life being made fun of, yelled at, and looked down upon. And here, in what was supposed to be his finest hour, as he deployed to protect the King of the Mason Order as his sworn to death duty, he couldn't even go to the fucking doors. Dammit, Waffle.
Courtesy of yours truly, @UPSLynx
, and of course Waffle.