[@OtomostheCrazy][@boomlover][@Zelosse][@TheDarkTemplar]

All Damien wanted, was to find the Lord Commander of the Dawn Covenant Templars, give his report, and get to bed. Unfortunately, it seemed things had changed in Farendar since he had been here last. He was just beginning to leave the castle and head toward the inns and taverns on mainstreet, when he sudden ruckus and rush of individuals speaking of Templars caught his attention. Not many regular people were up and about this late, but these people, with their knightly dress and dutiful speech, he recognized. Unfortunately, they didn't recognize him. 

But where was the surprise in that? Damien frowned skeptically as two flares went off in the courtyard. Some Dwarf was standing there all huffy, apparently waiting for someone in response to his calls. Eventually, several Templars showed up, among them a strange dwarf, an elf, a hooded woman materialized out of thin air... and all of them received a mild beratement from a Templar woman with blonde hair. She must've been their captain. 

The whole thing was fairly meaningless and childish. Nobody here looked like they were about to get eaten by zombies or have their blood drained alive by the icy fangs of a vampire-wraith. Damien's stomach turned as he stood just up the stairs leading into the castle and watched. The members of his order who lived at home were pathetic. For a moment, he almost didn't want to be associated with them. 

The sound of a throat sharply clearing signaled Damien's presence behind the group. The young necromancer walked over to the disintegrated remains of his former steed and picked up his knapsack. "Do any of you 'Templars' know where I can find your Lord Commander? I want to see if he at least is worth a shit."