Valius remained steadfast on top of the carriage, holding Valia almost right up against Drevo's throat. "Don't give me that damn tone. Who the bloody devil do you work for? By your armour, I know you're an ex-Voronese knight. From what I've seen you all fall under Kyzen's command, now. So you better give me a bloody damn good reason not to kill you. You are all disgraces to the title of 'knight'." Valius's eyes burned with fury and thirsted for blood and revenge. Images passed through his mind, remembering the day the Knights of Gaia defected from the Guardians. He remembered watching his comrades running with him, being chased by two companies of ex-Voronese Knights. He remembered his wife, throwing him over the end of the bridge before it collapsed. He had cried out to her to follow him, but all she did was toss her claymore to him. She had given him one last, loving look before picking up a broadsword and charging the pursuers. Valius screamed at the memory and lifted Valia, bringing it down towards Drevo...
At the far end of the small village of Marcelus, Korius hammered to the sun's heat. Sweat poured from beneath his glistening, silver fur, and the furnace didn't help one bit, either. He brought the blade he was tempering to the water to cool, when his nose picked up something new. Travelers, what a rarity, and they carry with them, something that smelled familiar...