Snippet #2540401

Damian took a long deep breath as he takes off the gauntlets he took from the sack to aid him temporarily in the fight and stuffed them back in the sack with the rest of his grey armor. He looked at the sack almost pitifully as he held his head for a moment to bear through the flood of memories within the contents of the sack as he ties the ropes into a knot. His face turned to desperation at the tying of the sack.

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The Funeral was long, and bitter sweet being Exiled Damian was not allowed to directly attend and pay respects to one of the only friends, nay. His only friend after what Dareon did to his own sibling which started this whole mess. Covered in the armor the deceased wore in life the Gold Knight was put to rest with the other knights fallen in battle.

Damian longed to hear his friend again. He wanted to join the procession but could only watch under the cloak he now wore. All he could do was nod at the body, and then continue on his way out of the city and country he once called home, now a Transient being.

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Damian snapped from his flashback when being asked if he was alright and needed anything. "Just, something cold to drink" he said and walked to a chair by the fire and looked into it, hands shaking as he stared at the now unbound blade. Now he feared that some of the more sensitive members of the order, those in tune with magic, would sense the blade and resume is search for him. But he feared Dareon would sense it too, and prepare his revenge for his maiming.

He sighed trying to get the fear he now felt out of his mind. Tomorrow he'd have to continue on his way.