Sir Elias

Breathing heavily, Elias dipped his gauntleted hand into the cool stream, the water running dark as it washed away the grime of war. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, softened for a moment as he stared at his reflection. The faces of fallen comrades flashed in his mind, but he pushed the sorrow aside—there would be time for mourning later. For now, the Knight Captain allowed himself a brief respite "We lost Sir gregory, and many others the battle is won but the cost heavy"