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Inside of the King's keep stood a knight. He had the handsome face of a true charmer, the body of a god, his remarkable height made many of his tasks effortlessly completed. All men wanted to be him and all the maidens wanted to be with him. He was widely known as Sir Quontrivius.

He stood beside the aging king to have a word with him of the upcoming war. Wealthy and successful may the king be, he cared for his soldiers very little. It could have been the Post-traumatic stress disorder getting into the poor elden man's head. He knew a new upcoming war would never be good news, even for the victors. Quontrivius' intelligent mind stressed itself thinking of the king's current health.


"That war is not of my concern!"

And like that Quontrivius said nothing, only turning his back. To possibly be never be seen again, risking his life for his kingdom and his companions. He knew what he was simply risking but it did not matter to him, he was born for the great conflict moments to come.