Swamped

"The truth is, there's not much for me back home, either. And I am learning a lot here... even if some of it is the hard way. I think I just need to find my footing a bit. At least, give myself a chance to before I decide to leave."

The medic nods.

"Very well, then. In that case, I'll focus on helping you adjust. Now, you're our only trainee right now, which probably makes you feel a bit lonely. But we do have some knights who aren't far out of training. You might feel more comfortable talking to them than to the more experienced ones. I'll even see if we can get them to take shifts joining you in training."

"Thank you, er, I didn't catch your name."

The medic smiles.

"John Two-Hundred-and-Sixteenth on the official records, but that's a mouthful so people have started calling me John Medic."

"I didn't think we had over two hundred active members. I'd expect it to be more crowded if we did."

"Oh, well. The John numbers go back to before we were even the Bogknights. But Tom didn't start being a common name until recently; we had Toms before that, but only one at a time. At least, that's what John Recordkeeper told me, I don't know the full details."

"Well, thank you John. John Medic. Whatever you'd like to be called. I appreciate everything you've done."

You head back out, determined to be the best Bogknight you can be and learn more about your father. You can't help but feel this Rider knows something, but you'll have to work that out later.

In the meantime, what do you plan to do with the rest of the day?