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Relief in hand, the knight distributed goods as was needed. Children rushed to Keston's side as he flinched unconsciously. The hurt in their eyes nearly broke him. What fault could they have transpired? He wore a smile instead, the first in near a year as he handed out the remaining necessities...

"I-thank you," the squire said sheepishly as he took the offered scarf. He held the garment in his hands for a few moments before finally wrapping it around his neck. Cold sweat was replaced with welcome warmth. Keston still felt slightly embarrassed Syr Josai having to lend him a scarf but was...

Shallow snow supplanted his every step. He trudged desperately towards Syr Etivya's body but his destination remained without reach. He clawed at the frost before him, desperate to clear a path. His fingers were raw with cold and yet he felt the pain so keenly. Blissful freedom at last, his legs...

'Carve the runes.' Keston barely reacted upon initially hearing the words; too great was his anxiety. Carve the runes. This time the plea resounded in his head. The squire stopped. He looked at Syr Etivya, truly and fully took in her entire expression. "What ru-" he began to ask but the rest...

Keston swung his sword like a man possessed, frighteningly similar to the cultists he so despised. Desperation drove him to dig deep into the well of all he had. Syr Osuin's spell had brought him vigor but the squire was near-spent once again. The torrid toll of all that transpired overwhelmed...

So surprised was Keston, that for a brief moment he even forgot his grief. All the courage he had mustered to turn the other way was so quickly demolished. The squire was not resentful of his brother, quite the opposite. It was as if he had been released from a great burden. He heard Syr Osuin...

The sudden finality in Syr Etivya's words caught the squire off-guard. Much like his peer, Keston attempted to urge the Sworn forward but she would not budge. He knew that Hector's horrified expression was reflected on his own. Keston made to protest once more but was thrown bodily forward...

"It appears Syr Etivya has quite a temper," the squire noted of his superior. He considered it promising that the other knight still possessed that much fire. Keston was just as exhausted as the others. What he hadn't spent in mana was used in every swing of his sword. They were fighting merely...

Fire whipped and provided opportunity. Keston charged forward moments after his peer, intent on making it to the Sworn's side. His shield was shattered but stolid steel remained. The squire raised his blade and brought it down with surprising force. His foe's guard was easily broken and metal...

"If you possess that manner of strength, Hec, what is a few more cultists?" replied the squire with his own grim grin. Foul words resounded once more and Keston steeled himself. He had come to understand that evil was ever loquacious. They spoke through their depraved deeds but also through...

Pain made for a sharp, rude awakening. Muffled shouts echoed in his ears but clarity did not find him. Feeling slowly crept back into his extremities accompanied by further discomfort. Clouded vision and even hazier thoughts threatened to send him back into unconsciousness. Then there was...

The ground greedily greeted the squire's face with an unwelcome mix of muck and snow. Keston grunted as the air left his lungs, vision blurring for a brief moment. Keston regained his senses just in time to see the cultist ready their blade above him. At that exact moment, however, something...

Club crashed against shield, but Keston held firm. A second attack followed and the squire was quick to follow with another block. The squire's blade sprang forth, ensuring there would not be a third strike. His foe crumpled before him but another already stood ready. He couldn't properly...

Fear found Keston, capturing the squire all too easily. He was no stranger to death or the vagaries that accompanied the battlefield. This was different. The hanging body served as grotesque pendulum, mocking all who stood before it. Keston did not personally know the other but they were clearly...

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