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The white-cloaked Knight Comitas at the door moves to prevent you from leaving the false safety of the hold. Brother Marcel Rousseau has already lost you to the sea once on his watch, he’ll not let it happen again. But something in your expression gives the holy knight pause, his heavy hand hovers hesitantly just above your shoulder. At your look the veteran stands aside, but you do not immediately set for doorway that leads to the deck outside.
<span class="mu-i">“Mikail.”</span> Everyone looks up at your voice, even over the noise in the hold. <span class="mu-i">“My Armour.”</span>
Your squire, green about the gills and looking likely to vomit again any moment, nonetheless answers the call. He and Brother Rosseau don you in your heavy, mastercrafted armour piece by piece. Gauntlet slides on to hand, breastplate clasped to the backplate, latched tied on the greave. Orin hands you your helmet, your servant seems just as confused as the first day you first met. But he understands his role and fulfills his small duty, despite poor attempt to conceal his expression that implies your sanity is very much in question. Finally, it is Father Towbray that blesses you in the sign of the Mother and Brothers. He asks no question and you give no answer. This is not your final confession, after all, this is your anointment before battle.
There were four surviving knights that carried Adam’s broken body from the breach at Aubrey. And four Cathagi guards that scourged Cain before leaving him to hang on the cross. Four plus One.
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