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Lucian looked upon his callous hands that have done so many years worth of toil in the fields. He thought about his answer for he did not wish to waste precious words to the Grail Knight. To inflict upon him such a trivial issue was something Lucian would never wish to do.
“I…” Lucian felt a small warmness within his heart as thoughts began to form, “I cannot attain the power needed to kill that creature. My hands have always toiled within the fields of Verac and with how little strength I have they were ripped from me. I… I cannot see myself taking them through my own might.”
Lucian took the second to solidify his thoughts into a more cohesive form. His thoughts were still flying through his mind like pigeons. He had to reach forward and grip the birds of thought to gain something of semblance and direction.
“My Lord, I believe before the Vampire is slain that I must attain a blessing of the Gods.” Lucian answered now, “Even if I am to train myself for a thousand years I cannot become a slayer of supernatural creatures like the one that slayed my people. At the very least the gods will need to bless me so that I may kill her.”
The Grail Knight looked into the sky upon those words. No longer focusing against the Peasant before him but some other era, “The night that the Lady blessed me was the day that I slayed the Daemon of Vannes. The creature was a monsterous foe who had removed three of my ribs and set me aflame with its witchfire. I slew it through all the pain and lived.”
The Knight’s gaze moved back down upon Lucian, “You will need to achieve a great deed to gain the favor you wish. If it is not the Vampire then your weapon must destroy something that has caused an equal amount of misery towards the people.”
“Noble Deeds…” Lucian said as he tightened his fist, “Then I must need the strength to reach that. To demonstrate a deed worthy of either the Lady’s or Morr’s approval.”
Lucian only realized what he said until after he said it. A wave of fear crashing through his body upon saying that he would be courting the lady’s favor. So many other noblemen would have cut Lucian down at the spot if they had heard him say such things. Yet he allowed himself to say those words in truth, for why would he hold his tongue back against a Grail Knight.
“Your first chance nears.” The Grail Knight announced without care of the words spoken. Lucian watched him give a subtle nod towards the gate.
Lucian watched as a Yeoman ran through the gates, a piece of parchment within his hands.