@legatia
It was a dreary summer day; the sky clouded and drizzling warm rain over the city. Perhaps not the best day to venture out of his home, but the knight had made his trek all the way to the Sanctuary, taking solace in the solitude and gentle patter of the rain on the ground.
His armor kept most of the rain off anyway.
The streets were fairly empty, more than likely due to the weather driving people in, but he didn’t mind. The tavern still seemed lively; he thought he could stop back through and grab a drink before he headed out.
But he made his way down the path toward the cemetery, a place he had been visiting for quite a while. Not because a relative or friend was buried there, lord knows those graves hadn't been disturbed in a very long time, but because he found it comforting and peaceful.
And he was going to see a specific grave.
Approaching the tomb marked by the stone cross upon the top, he frowned slightly, peering down at it in silence. He hadn’t known the man. The infamous knight of the gods had died a long time ago, long before he was born, but he still felt like on some level he knew him.
The knight stood there for a long moment before heaving a sigh and going to sit on the bench across the pathway, letting his shoulders slump down as more rain hit the metal of his armor.