So. You've completed the years of training. Your body is hard, an edged weapon, and your sword is silver whispering death. Even blindfolded and wearing thick gloves you could scale the Cliffs of Insanity faster than Westley.
And, you're equipped. You've got a weapon forged by Elves in the First Age, you've got the faithful noble steed, a broad hat with a feather, knee-length boots, and a cape that billows dramatically even when there's no wind.
But are you really ready to. . .don the mask? Do you fully understand your rights and responsibilities as a living legend? This is your final exam, Grasshopper. Sharpen that No. 2 and pay close attention. . .