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In the end Lucian decided to simply wait out the tempers and humors of the sailors. Indeed he did not really like these people, their temperment not being to his ideal of a Bretonnian bred where they were to always pay him some heed. So it was probably best that he stay away from them for the time, for it was his own humors that were imbalanced as well as theirs.
For the time he stayed within his room the Knight steadily cleaned out his gear. The armor was covered from head to toe in some form of rotting plant flesh. The smell was somewhat overwhemling, but that was only because it had been more than a year since he had smelled something so rotted.
A reminder of home and the life he left behind.
Lucian did not need anyone to tell him what was happening. He had days to wonder why the Gods had cursed him so, and it was obvious yet he did not want to accept it. For just a little bit of time he had allowed the attitudes of Prince Gillot to swell within his head. Fueled by the powers of the Gods he forgotten his oaths.
Did these people deserve respect? The Gods thought so. Lucian would disagree with them for they had conducted themselves with such brazenness and evil that he would have mistaken them as brigands if on the roads of Bretonnia.
As he ran the rag through one of the many joints of his armor he knew what he was feeling. Spite. Spite for what they had done to him and the god’s insistence in protecting them from his wroth.
Yet he did it to himself. The reason other Knights could kill people like these without worry, who had so easily sollied their honor, was because they did not swear a vow to respect and protect them. If there was someone who played Lucian it was himself not seeing the problems such a vow made for him.
Vows were a precious thing to all but Morr. The Lady taught her men to commit themselves to upholding vows and Dwarfs were build upon Oaths. In his retaliation he had risked angering two of his patrons.
As the fourth day’s sun rose over the horizon the Knight settled the helm upon his head. He did so not to hide himself, but the odd feeling he felt here today. It would take some time for the Knight to fully regain his powers, perhaps through heroism he will return to the full strength of a Demi-God.
Lucian left the room where Tee-Nee-Tyny continued his magic and Adok rolled painfully. His eyes not missing the ravens who flew in the morning skies above.
