[@Zetsuko] 

[color=ed1c24]"Bartuc Crestfallen of no home worth mentioning. I had been traveling when Starguard was attacked during a stop in. Damn place was swarmed before we could organize.. Not much better on the roads it seems.."[/color] He gave a hearty sigh and slumped further down, the chicken clucked and fluttered to his lap where it lay quietly and roosted. It was nice to have something, even for a moment, that was of no harm to himself or others. Everything about Bartuc was designed to harm, it seemed. [color=ed1c24]"I must admit sir, I was impressed to see you in action. For an older fighter you have the grace of a man in his early thirties."[/color] He craned his head to look at the templar once more. Despite his age the old man had a lean body and fighters muscles. Few more years and Bartuc would look like him. Had Landeel fostered children? Was his legacy secure?

[color=ed1c24]"Tell me, Friend. Do you have family in these parts?"[/color] The question was harmless, meant to kill time, but Bartuc needed to know the answer for his own peace of mind at the moment. Far too many questions occupied the minds of the templars this night.