[color=7ea7d8][center][h2][i][b]Damian Baringer[/b][/i][/h2][h3][i]Luminous Knights[/i][/h3][/center][/color]
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Damian watched along in silence throught the display before and the briefing after, all the while gauging his new found 'commander'. He knew of her, of course, but there was a world of difference between knowing of someone and knowing them. Still, she didn't offer much to the troops, simply cutting to the chase and immediately leaving. 'Poor report, quick to violence, and famous at that... She's got her work cut out for her,' the man's thoughts echoed in his own mind as his head shook, a mix of embarrassment and disappointment.

"[color=7ea7d8]You heard her. Might as well take your time while you've got it. Wouldn't want to show up late, and get knocked on your ass by the 'child',[/color]" Damian called out to the group behind him as he made his way from the room, making it a point to glance over his shoulder to the man that had been struck for his foolish antics. Damian had made it a point to know every member of the Knights of whom he served with, recalling several from the room before. No doubt some would be hesitant to even show, being new to the horrors of combat. It would be up to the senior soldiers- like himself- to guide and protect them, and try to ensure they're not returned to their families as corpses.

Though given time to prepare, Damian would waste none returning to his quarters and prepping his supplies for travel. Calling upon a squire of the order to assist him in dawning his plate armor, the man remained stoic and silent as the leather straps were tightened and the metal plates were fastened to him. Once fully adorned, the Knight would retrieve his blade and make his way to the stables.

Though several horses wore the armor of their order, Damian could tell his beast from a mile away. Though most horses would make themselves at home int their stalls, Blitzer remained vigilant at the front of it's quarters- awaiting it's master. This noble beast of burden had served the house Baringer for many years, even Damian's late father. In fact, this was the same horse his father died upon, making a permanent bond between the rider and his mount. Opening the gate to the stall, Damian walked inside and made is way to the riding equipment waiting on a post near the entrance. Fastening the saddle, bridle, bags and securing the barding, all aspects of his mount would be inspected to ensure the beast was as safe as it's rider. Once everything seemed up to par, Damian would mount the steed and make his way outside, awaiting the others.