Gilbert hopped about the practice range. He was swinging his spear around vigorously. He was trying to take down a wooden dummy of a knight, but was sadly failing. He heard footsteps coming from behind him. He spun around, his spear outstretched.
"Gilbert, what are you doing?" It was Aldwyn.
"I'm practicing." As soon as Gilbert realized that it wasn't an intruder he resumed swinging at the dummy.
"Practicing for what?"
"For my quest!"
"You're not going on a..."
"Is he doing the tree frog warrior thing again?" Skylar swooped down and landed next to Aldwyn.
"Again?"
"About for a month each year Gilbert diverts to his fantasy land where he is a tree frog warrior that has to go on quests to save the queendom," said Skylar.
"It's not a fantasy! It's real!" Aldwyn stared at him blankly. "I need to go to a magical mountain called The Inky Dirt and bring back the Golden Goblet of Silver!"
"And when are you going on this 'quest?'" asked Aldwyn.
"Tonight! I must depart tonight! For I am Gilbert the mighty tree frog warrior!"