Losing my father as a child and watching my son die from the plague tragedy is ever present in my life. Therefore, Sir Gawain, your story has a place right in my heart. I know what a burden must reside within, while you seen the emerald knight. But honor you carry so proudly, like my father you act. Insuring the name of Arthur remains unblemished, a man of you word you are. Surely the Lord on High is watching you daily. His hand was upon you when the stranger rode in during your festive celebration. Watching him covered in green head to toe upon a steed of the same you would not let your king risk his life but yours instead would be offered. The Almighty’s hand remained true as you too up his ax and landed it into his flesh. What happened next none could predict. Realizing what you had committed yourself to as you watched the green being carry off his head, you knew what was to come. Those of your table sulking also knew your fate. Partake in all there was you did preparing for your departure. A better case I’d never thought. May your armor emblazoned with the honorable pentangle hold strong and your swift blade hit true. Drink often but take heed of what lies before you if ever it you find.