Domo points out that in olden tymes life was slower. Cool it, you, in the Ford Expedition!

Rockin’ on the dulcimer! Domo dances.

Wow, it’s just like being back in medieval Europe. Except for the sneakers. And all the cameras.

A regal ladies room: The Royal Flush.

Domo shops for magical herbs.

Domo, watch out for that falcon! He’d love to carry you off in his talons.

The giant hunting owl is sleeping. So keep quiet, Domo.

Oh, no, he smells Domo!

Domo wants to ride the Wild Boar.

“What is a Domokun?” they ask. I explain: “he’s like a goblin crossed with a bugbear.”

Fight Club was taken, so they named it Fight Circle.

Knights in armor, and Wranglers.

The Queen demands an audience with Domokun. “Bring him to me.”

But Domo gets away.

“Then bring me the jester instead.” She has to settle.

This guy’s a laugh a minute. I guess you could say the board behind him is false advertising.

Domo bellies up to the Swashbuckler Brew Pub.

The servers let him drink from their own stein.

One beer, and Domo’s going nuts! He’s trying to get into a suit of armor. Let’s watch.

Ta da! I give you, sir Domokun of the Square Brown Table.

Now, off to the joust!

Domo visits the sorceress.

Don’t let her control your mind, Domo!

Domo hits the pub again!

And he meets some more wenches.

Domo is good at making friends. He hangs out with Chris, a cool guitarist he meets outside the pub. Don’t get burned on those flames, Domo. Oh, wait, that’s his classic Yngwie Malmsteen t-shirt.

Domo gets a hot toddy for the road.

And a picture with the serving wench.

Domo had a good day with E-Verse at the PA Renaissance Faire. Till next year, Fare Thee Well!