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"It's been a while... Strike that, a very long while since I've been tasked with something directly from Balthasar. Hell... Can't even recall the last time I've been assigned to a group within the Temple." Laying in his bed, Hano rolls over on his back and glances at the empty space of where Tamryn would be in with the corner of his eye. He grins to himself noticing the crevice left behind from the many nights Tamryn spent laying in that very spot. "Given my recent loss of rank I guess it's to be expected. Should probably anticipate a lot more tasks like this as well."
Daylight poured through the Temple bringing its comforting warmth, washing away the cool environment left by the morning. The Knight draws in a long yawn as he folds his pillow to prop his head up, then rests his hands behind his head. He begins to idly hum a tune he caught from Osclow. "I don't mind. Kind of puts things into perspective. With the war coming and all the preparations.. It's been a lot of hard work for all of us. Not to say that this isn't important, but honestly? A light stone compared to war preparations. Me and three Brothers - A standard number of four for one of our units - Are to head to the fisherman's town Trout's Head and investigate the Church dedicated to Torm. Yeah, that Church. The one Bane Slayer was sealed away in, the town that was destroyed by the Devil and his minions." Hano quirks his brow and stops his humming. "Or was it a Demon? Mmm.. Balthasar wasn't too clear on how to determine the differences, but it was definitely one of the two. And now... Actually, never mind. One step at a time." He lifts himself up and turns, sliding his legs over the edge of the bed and touches his feet against the stone floor.
"Anyway we're heading there to investigate the damage. We've been looking to expand, but first thing's first: repair and salvage what we already have. One step at a time, one step at a time." He repeats to himself in his mind as he stands up and stretches.
"From what I understand, all travel to and through that village has stopped since the possession incident. We're hoping that restoring the church will encourage people to return and take residence in the town." Moving to the cabinet that held his as well as many of his Brothers and Sisters' armor he pauses. "Or, the very least, to offer Torm's protection to those that would travel through there. Provide a secure, more convenient, and less time consuming route from the Port of Avanthyr to the Trade Post and Sundren." He nods to himself collecting his equipment from the cabinet, but is shortly interrupted by someone stumbling through the door.
"...Oh! Brother Hano!" A young looking red-headed man speaks in a muffled voice carrying a sandwich in his mouth while his hands are occupied with carrying his armor over his shoulder. Hano offers him a warm smile and a brief glance, still gathering his equipment. "Brother Mirak. Nice to see you thi - " Mirak interrupts, dropping his armor to pull the sandwich from his mouth. He shakes the rather plain looking sandwich toward Hano while grinning widely. "Did you hear!? We're going to be heading together to Trout's Head - My first task as a Lesser Paladin! Hah! No longer Mirak the Unproven! We're like.. Equals now!" Mirak strides to his bedside bobbing his head while humming a rather unusual tune, occasionally mimicking what Hano could only guess was the sound of deep beats from a drum.
"Unt, unt, unnn!" Mirak jumps pulling his journal from his top bunk, furthest from Hano's bed. "nnft. This is going to be great." He speaks to himself, thumbing through the pages of his journal giving little attention to his sandwich between bites.
Hano, nearly finished with donning his armor, looks up to him and asks. "So.. You're one of the four? Including me, that leaves two more.. I didn't hear anything about who's going, let alone who the person leading the unit. Find that rather odd, to be honest."
Mirak shrugs still looking to his journal. "Iunno, but worry not compadre - Word around the Temple is we'll be grouped with two fellow Tormites that arrived here from the Western Heartlands. And get this, they're both women. Also rumored to be beautiful at that! With Sister Tamryn and Sister Maria in mind, it'll be nice to have more Sisters under Torm's banner." Mirak grins to himself in a conceited manner, falling silent in thoughts.
"...Don't start getting the wrong ideas, Mirak. They're -" Mirak interrupts yet again, blushing in embarrassment. "No, no! I didn't mean it like that.. Just saying it'll be nice to have... A uh... Fair mixture of both genders amongst Torm's faithful?" Mirak raises his brow seemingly confused by his own statement. He nods toward Hano, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, that's it. I mean, with Brother Caspar, Brother Melchior, and Brother Balthasar running things in the Temple, it's kind of easy to forget the importance of a woman's touch, you know? ...Besides, it'll be a long time before I even think about settling down. I'm still young! And He always comes first, right?"
"Right." Hano nods testing the placement of his armor, ensuring that every piece is properly secured. "Get ready, we'll be heading to Sundren's gates to meet up with the rest of our unit. Best not keep them waiting."
"It's been a while... Strike that, a very long while since I've been tasked with something directly from Balthasar. Hell... Can't even recall the last time I've been assigned to a group within the Temple." Laying in his bed, Hano rolls over on his back and glances at the empty space of where Tamryn would be in with the corner of his eye. He grins to himself noticing the crevice left behind from the many nights Tamryn spent laying in that very spot. "Given my recent loss of rank I guess it's to be expected. Should probably anticipate a lot more tasks like this as well."
Daylight poured through the Temple bringing its comforting warmth, washing away the cool environment left by the morning. The Knight draws in a long yawn as he folds his pillow to prop his head up, then rests his hands behind his head. He begins to idly hum a tune he caught from Osclow. "I don't mind. Kind of puts things into perspective. With the war coming and all the preparations.. It's been a lot of hard work for all of us. Not to say that this isn't important, but honestly? A light stone compared to war preparations. Me and three Brothers - A standard number of four for one of our units - Are to head to the fisherman's town Trout's Head and investigate the Church dedicated to Torm. Yeah, that Church. The one Bane Slayer was sealed away in, the town that was destroyed by the Devil and his minions." Hano quirks his brow and stops his humming. "Or was it a Demon? Mmm.. Balthasar wasn't too clear on how to determine the differences, but it was definitely one of the two. And now... Actually, never mind. One step at a time." He lifts himself up and turns, sliding his legs over the edge of the bed and touches his feet against the stone floor.
"Anyway we're heading there to investigate the damage. We've been looking to expand, but first thing's first: repair and salvage what we already have. One step at a time, one step at a time." He repeats to himself in his mind as he stands up and stretches.
"From what I understand, all travel to and through that village has stopped since the possession incident. We're hoping that restoring the church will encourage people to return and take residence in the town." Moving to the cabinet that held his as well as many of his Brothers and Sisters' armor he pauses. "Or, the very least, to offer Torm's protection to those that would travel through there. Provide a secure, more convenient, and less time consuming route from the Port of Avanthyr to the Trade Post and Sundren." He nods to himself collecting his equipment from the cabinet, but is shortly interrupted by someone stumbling through the door.
"...Oh! Brother Hano!" A young looking red-headed man speaks in a muffled voice carrying a sandwich in his mouth while his hands are occupied with carrying his armor over his shoulder. Hano offers him a warm smile and a brief glance, still gathering his equipment. "Brother Mirak. Nice to see you thi - " Mirak interrupts, dropping his armor to pull the sandwich from his mouth. He shakes the rather plain looking sandwich toward Hano while grinning widely. "Did you hear!? We're going to be heading together to Trout's Head - My first task as a Lesser Paladin! Hah! No longer Mirak the Unproven! We're like.. Equals now!" Mirak strides to his bedside bobbing his head while humming a rather unusual tune, occasionally mimicking what Hano could only guess was the sound of deep beats from a drum.
"Unt, unt, unnn!" Mirak jumps pulling his journal from his top bunk, furthest from Hano's bed. "nnft. This is going to be great." He speaks to himself, thumbing through the pages of his journal giving little attention to his sandwich between bites.
Hano, nearly finished with donning his armor, looks up to him and asks. "So.. You're one of the four? Including me, that leaves two more.. I didn't hear anything about who's going, let alone who the person leading the unit. Find that rather odd, to be honest."
Mirak shrugs still looking to his journal. "Iunno, but worry not compadre - Word around the Temple is we'll be grouped with two fellow Tormites that arrived here from the Western Heartlands. And get this, they're both women. Also rumored to be beautiful at that! With Sister Tamryn and Sister Maria in mind, it'll be nice to have more Sisters under Torm's banner." Mirak grins to himself in a conceited manner, falling silent in thoughts.
"...Don't start getting the wrong ideas, Mirak. They're -" Mirak interrupts yet again, blushing in embarrassment. "No, no! I didn't mean it like that.. Just saying it'll be nice to have... A uh... Fair mixture of both genders amongst Torm's faithful?" Mirak raises his brow seemingly confused by his own statement. He nods toward Hano, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, that's it. I mean, with Brother Caspar, Brother Melchior, and Brother Balthasar running things in the Temple, it's kind of easy to forget the importance of a woman's touch, you know? ...Besides, it'll be a long time before I even think about settling down. I'm still young! And He always comes first, right?"
"Right." Hano nods testing the placement of his armor, ensuring that every piece is properly secured. "Get ready, we'll be heading to Sundren's gates to meet up with the rest of our unit. Best not keep them waiting."
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