It was a small village, the name of which Thriv couldn't quite recall. However, the place did see enough traffic to make an inn a worthwhile investment, and thus Thriv hadn't had to sleep in some farmer's loft quite yet. Not that he'd have really minded, but he got the feeling he was going to miss having a soft bed every night long before the end of his travels. It was a dim morning, the sun only just now shedding enough light to see by, and only a few of the villagers were yet up and about their business. Thriv, however, was eager to get started. Throwing on his chainmail armor and ordering a quick bite to eat downstairs before leaving, the would-be knight was ready to go.
All things considered, Thriv was in a great mood. His flight from home had gone off without a hitch, he'd had some time to think on his prospects and had come away largely optimistic (as was his wont), he'd just filled his stomach, and he'd even won his first fight the previous night! Granted, it was only a bar fight, and he'd only won because he'd stood in a corner and flailed with his eyes closed until all the more competent brawlers had smashed each other into unconsciousness, but it was still a victory, right? He did kind of feel bad for the other brawlers though- he hoped they'd not been battered too badly... Though he supposed one or two of the drunkards had deserved it. Ah well.
Stepping out of the inn that had provided a bed for the first night of his travels, Thriv ran a hand through his somewhat messy hair and took a deep breath... and his good mood promptly evaporated. On the morning of his first day as a traveler... someone was trying to steal his horse. Fortunately for Thriv the beast was rather loyal, and thus wasn't budging much, simply sitting there protesting in the road, but that wasn't the point. Someone was trying to steal his horse!
With a shout of "Let go of my horse!" the knight charged forward and threw a punch at the thief's head. It would have been a great right hook, too, aside from two problems... One, he'd once again had his eyes closed, and thus ending up aiming at the air in front of his target. Two, Thriv's foot slipped from under him, and he fell backwards and landed with a thud in the dirt, just glaring upwards...
