random ?
Ever feel like you were the bastard son of a minor English lord who lost half his lands betting it on cattle races? His blue-blood son was first to dally with the neighboring lords prized royal chicken, the muse of their royal crest? So now you're mucking out the stables as the oafish son and his cohorts from under the bridge ways of society prepare to battle your neighbor on the jousting field? No? well, I'm not there, but i was pondering this ? and thought, hey, that might be someone fun to write in a story. yeah, thats all folks.