[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
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The sound of hooves caused Garrett to turn just enough to see a Knight approaching from behind. Turning he heard the familiar voice of Sir Aethelmund. A huge grin split Sir Garrett’s face as he turned to face the older Knight. By far one of the most respectable members of the Iron Rose; Sir Aethelmund and his soldiers were certainly a welcome sight given the current state of things. The older Knight respected the new Captain much like Garrett did and it was all too clear the two Knights held much in common. At the question to Fanilly about how she wished to proceed Garrett turned back to the young Captain.

Tyaethe’s speech had done little to increase Sir Garrett’s opinion of her. If anything it had made him even more leery of her. What manner of foul Necromancy held her in this state of undeath? Sometimes the tribesmen had to clear out precursor barrows in the foothills. It was always a mess since the Barrow Wights were some of the nastiest creatures he’d ever met. They were Sir Garrett’s only experience with the undead. Tyaethe’s demeanor and actions were slowly forcing the conundrum of her undeath to the forefront in Garrett’s mind. It would probably be best to determine a means for killing her incase it came down to it.

The memories of the stench of decay, confined spaces and burning flesh came rushing back as he stared at Tyaethe was something akin to fascination and abject horror. It didn’t matter how one dressed it up. The [i]Immortal[/i] Knight was a monster in paladin’s clothing. The thought of snapping jaws in the darkness reeking of disease came to the surface and Garrett shivered. It was quickly followed by the memories of huge pyres of burning flesh as the destroyed Wights were piled in a stack to be burned to an ass and scattered to the winds. 

It finally dawned on Sir Garrett that his face was twisted into a mask of hatred as he stared right at Tyaethe. There might not be a reason to destroy her yet but if she gave him a reason he needed to be ready. Garrett smoothed his expression and turned to look at Sir Aethelmund again before resuming his at ease posture waiting on Fanilly’s orders