[@Zetsuko]. Bartuc didn't bother getting up at this point. The tired fighter was enjoying the moment of unwinding with the older templar. Both had seen more than enough chaotic violence in their respective lives.
Landeel, if memory served, had fought against the order in a revolution when Bartuc was still an initiate. Troublesome times. The war had been stopped when a majority of its members had a sudden change of heart.
Change of.. Heart... The thought hung in his mind heavily as he considered the possibilities. The parchment was capable of that, so a talisman was ideal but changing hearts gave new possibilities.

"Hm?" Shaking his head momentarily. "oh. No. My family was killed shortly after I became an initiate. I've also never managed to swoon a woman long enough to sure children." The chicken caught the sound of a scuffle and promply fled, so Bartuc took the opportunity to stand and stretch. He would take the time to carve runes into a new chest plate some other time.
"We cannot dwell on our past forever Landeel. Too much importance dwells on the here and now." The sounds of scuffle had reached a peak, shouting could be heard even from the walls. "I dont know about you, but that sounds like something worth investigating." 
By "investigating" he meant run to the sound of the commotion with a grin on his face.
The very moment he entered there was already a challenger. Though he doubted Landeel would allow this kinda brawl, being as he was in charge, the fighting urge was upon him. He couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.
His fist crunched into the mans nose and sent him back a solid 5 feet.
"Landeel, let this happen. Its a good lesson for those gone soft.." He wasn't speaking to the man, since he hadn't bothered to check, but hoped he did.
With a roar he threw himself into the thickest fights.