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The sun danced in the distance as Lucian had the stew cooking. It was a good boil from a fire made of dead branches that the Knight had put together. The pot was from one of the many undead warriors that Lucian had put to rest the previous night. It was the best helm the Knight could find, having not a single hole within it for the water to leak out of.
Inside the pot was a shoulder ripped out of a deer the Knight had also killed. He could still feel the fluidity of the kill. How fast he was and how swift his strike was against the creature. It was a constant stream of strength that empowered him beyond what was.
Perhaps he should compare it to the Rune of Dregni. Yet where the Rune flowed power into Lucian only when it really wished to, the Knight here could feel the power evenly and constantly. He did not get a sense either that it had any inflictions upon his mind.
That was sort of a surprise the Knight realized. Even the curse of the Vampire was something that clearly played with one’s mind. Making them feel above other men and unwilling to lower themselves to their prey. The Rune of Drengi more so, turning the Black Knight into one of the Slayer Cultist in emotion.
Becoming a Grail Knight did none of that.
It would seem that the smell finally reached his fellows. The Knight could see them each stirring, with Adok being the first to rise, “By the Ancestor Gods…”
“Good morning to you Adok.” Lucian said as he took one a rock that appeared closest to a bowl and filled it with meat, “Do you need some food?”
The Dwarf looked at him relatively empty eyed for a moment. Then, he rose with a shakiness to his feet. The Runesmith did not take long to walk over and sit down at a nearby stump that Lucian had made, taking the bowl out of the Knight’s hands.
He looked into it, “So that vampire is dead?”
“Yes, she is dead.” Lucian said while patting the Dwarf on the shoulder.
“Good riddens.” Answered Adok as he began eating his stew.
