Mithvul slowly gets down on one knee, with the blade of his sword against the gravel he rests his forehead upon the Templars Crusader sword.
“Upon us are dark times, lest’ I truly believe he has completed his duty of vicar, a man of GOD. May he be treated with grapes and wine during his time in the Seven Skies.“
“Do Thou, O Lord, have mercy on our dearly departed, for the sake of us sinners all who greatly hope and trust in Thee. For Thy mercy can turn bittering weeping to joyous fanfare, for Thou alone judgeth the living and the dead. Amen.”