Ser Reinhardt Barclay sat alone within the Cathedral of Saint Tylos, staring up at the Lorraine that sat upon the wall… “Ich am all that remains…” the old man thought to himself. “Bruder… Klaus, ich hope du are at peace… with deinself und ich hope du are able to reconnect with mutter, vater und Adrianna… Ich am sorry for the schiesse ich caused over the years, und the rift ich caused between us.. ich am sorry. Ich am sorry with every ounce of my being, und ich hope that du will find it in deinself to forgive mich.” The knight bowed his head, letting loose the torrent of sobs into his armor, sobs he had withheld to maintain some semblance of stoicism.