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The boat had finally arrived, as the men on board all came running to the side as the large boat gently nudged towards the dock. The knight had been sitting on deck not having been to acquainted with sea travel they found it hard to sleep. They had spent that knight looking into the many waves within the ocean staring to the reflection of the many stars above. The knight could not help but feel as though the stars had been many eyes used by the Gods as they looked down to the knight, and whether their gaze was one of pity or one of amusement would go to be unknown as many other things had been in this mysterious world. The knight got up heaving themselves upwards with their zweihander resting it upon their right pauldron as they patiently awaited their turn to exit the boat. The knight had been far from home, and even though their visor's horizontal slit could not see them all he knew many stared to him. It was not often a knight would travel by sea, and to make matters worse this knight had been crestless thus many were weary of just where this knight could have been from. They world heavy armor as many knights did with a thick plated helmet with a visor covering their face, and the only place the knight could see out of was a single horizontal slit in the visor perfectly aligned with their eye. Finally as everyone else left the boat the knight felt comfortable enough to leave hoping for no more prying eyes, for even with all this armor the knight still felt the sting of words and the chill of gazes. However, to the knight's surprise there had been a man, a well dressed one at that, awaiting them at the dock as they said to him "Welcome!" He began. "What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?" The knight would look to the man unsure if they were speaking to them at first as they kept their head hung. It was often the knight went unaddressed as many avoided them upon seeing their crestless pauldrons. They carefully looked around having to be quite thorough as they slit in their visor did not make it quite easy for them to see. Once they had realized the man was speaking to them the knight would finally respond, "I seek one untainted by wickedness, one to serve." The knight's voice though softened as they spoke in a hushed tone could still not suppress the warrior's voice they had. It was deep and powerful, and it seemed to demand respect as it rumbled into the ears close enough to hear it. Despite this void the knight had been rather melancholy, slightly bowing to the man who greeted him before taking their silent leave. The knight looked towards the grand fortress before them hoping within it perhaps there would be the one that they seeked, one worthy of serving, and should there be another one of the wicked sort the knight would have to restore order by crimson once more. Thus it was with nothing but their zweihander and their flames of ambition as company the knight set off to explore this unfamiliar place with hope they hoped would prove to be fruitful.