It goes without saying that once again King Pratface is as oblivious and stupid as ever. Apparently he thinks I'm a mule. Well, I presume so, anyway, seeing as he dumped three people's belongings on to me, while he merely had to carry Gwen (who, let's face it, is tiny, and weighs next to nothing).
Meanwhile, as I do my best mule impression, Arthur is so busy berating me that he misses the fact that due to excessive bag carrying, I have missed my footing and fallen over a cliff.
Knocked out cold, in fact.
No idea what happened next.