A Knight to Remember (Or Forget)

Previously

…“Right then,” I said, forcing a wobbly smile. “Lead the way, you magnificent, fire-breathing… comedian.” Ignis rumbled again, a sound that was definitely laughter this time. He turned, his massive form disappearing into the shadows, and I, Sir Reginald, knight of questionable repute and accidental jester extraordinaire, followed him into the dragon’s den, a rotten cabbage still clinging stubbornly to my armor. The rescue, I suspected, was going to be anything but traditional.