"Hawke, I know who you are. Come in."
Inside, Hawke was ravenously devouring the bread and water the middle-aged Knight's wife had prepared. The Knight wasn't in a rush, waiting until Hawke had finished before asking:
"Why did you come looking for me?"
"I can't walk the path of Magic, and I don't want to be mocked as useless, so I will walk the path of the Knight." Hawke replied, his eyes filled with determination. This was a decision he had made overnight.
"Then you should know, the path of a Knight is even more arduous than the path of Magic."
"I'm prepared."
With a THUD, Hawke dropped to his knees. "Please, take me as your disciple!"
And so, Hawke became the middle-aged Knight's disciple.
After that began a long period of training.
