A pause in the boasting led one of the more raucous participants to shout towards an unassuming, ordinary-seeming young man down at the end of the bar, who was absent-mindedly strumming on a guitar. "Oi!! What's YOUR story then? You ain't one a' them spoony bards, are ya?"
The young man broke into a rhythmic pattern of strums, looked up, and quietly addressed the crowd.
"They got a buildin' down the end of this town. It's called Whitehall Temple.
You walk in, you get consecrated, desecrated, rebated, defenestrated, overrated, and packing crated.
I went down to get my ecumenical examination today... I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when I went in this morning.
'Cause I wanted to look like the all-medieval kid from New Hamlet City, man, I wanted, I wanted to FEEL like the all-... I wanted to BE the all-medieval kid from New Hamlet, and I walked in, sat down, I was prayed down, sprayed down, sprayed up, and all kinds o' mean nasty ugly things.
And I walked in and sat down and they gave me a piece of paper, said, 'Kid, see the Head Priest, room 604.'
And I went up there, and I said:
'Priest, I wanna kill.
I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill.
Kill.
I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth.
Eat dead burnt bodies.
I mean kill. Kill. KILL. KILL.'
And I started jumpin' up and down yellin' "KILL KILL"
And he started jumpin' up and down with me
And we was both jumpin' up and down yellin' "KILL KILL"
And when we was done the priest came over, put a dagger in my hand, sent me out the door sayin' 'You're our boy.'"
And the young man stopped and grinned, a bizarre, feral grin.
"Feel pretty good about it."
Arlo, the Zealot from Whitehall Temple with his trusty Dagger, "Alice," will challenge the Gauntlet, notwithstanding his wicked hangover. Also, because he has to use one arm to carry his guitar at all times, he'll be doing everything with one arm effectively tied behind his back.