"Sir Bors de Ganis." She supplies it smoothly, evenly, without blinking. A fixedness to everything she says, open, without hesitation to it anymore. "A knight, once of King Arthur's court." Would Kitty know his name, at least?
Easy to remember him, clear as a pool of water in her mind, his pale blue eyes that looked almost milky white, hair gone silver and that he looked so old he might fall over under his own weight, let alone the broadsword he carried. The rasp of his voice like ash on stone. Scratching soft. What would you do for your people, Rani? Will you die for them, this day? Or give them something else?
He was a son of the sword and shield.
There wasn't much that the blackwater could do when a cannonball blasted your arms clean off at the elbow. She blinks, clears her gaze and refocuses back on Herian. "He once served an Order... like your Wardens, perhaps. People bound to one single purpose." She nods to Teren, briefly. "The last line of defence against that which... people can never withstand alone."
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Easy to remember him, clear as a pool of water in her mind, his pale blue eyes that looked almost milky white, hair gone silver and that he looked so old he might fall over under his own weight, let alone the broadsword he carried. The rasp of his voice like ash on stone. Scratching soft. What would you do for your people, Rani? Will you die for them, this day? Or give them something else?
He was a son of the sword and shield.
There wasn't much that the blackwater could do when a cannonball blasted your arms clean off at the elbow. She blinks, clears her gaze and refocuses back on Herian. "He once served an Order... like your Wardens, perhaps. People bound to one single purpose." She nods to Teren, briefly. "The last line of defence against that which... people can never withstand alone."