"A lone wandering knight is you. A run down Kingdom you walk through, poor peasants you spot with your eyeballs, toiling away for no reward. A splendid castle you do spy with your same eyeballs, up at the top of town. Wondrous feasts and celebrations you do catch wind of, celebrating the despicable selfishness of the gluttonous and narcissistic King Kale, up in his perch.
A solemn vow you do make in thine heart to enter the golden doors of this castle and free the good folk of this land from this unthinkable, yet cliche treachery."
Or at least that's what my pappy told me about when he grew up in the medieval times