You chatter away, regaling him with tales of your glory. Tall tales, at that. You stretch the truth until you sound like a king. Your little audience watches in wonder, while Jerrad bears it with a polite smile. and you can’t help but laugh a little, that now all the talk in this little town will be about you.
Suddenly, mid-sentence, Sir Jerrad spurs his horse and gallops down the road, leaving you in a cloud of dust. Ouch.