Alas, let me recall my life to ye, as I can remember still...It started when I was a young boy and my father sold me to the Hightowers, a cruel, nasty royal family...It was with them that I became their court mule, having my hands and feet flattened into hooves and my jaws pulled violently forward to resemble some despicable equine beast. Now I spend the last of my days eating duckweed from the filthy river, and praying a noble knight may one day choose me as his steed...Ah, Alas...