The half-orc sat on his cell bed with a small book in his beefy hands however it was not the content of the book that kept his attention but rather what it hid, a necklace with a key attached to it. Though not very loud he could hear commotions from the other cells but ignored it instead continued to inspect the key. What was it’s purpose or what it unlocked was mystery but the last word of it’s previous owner resounded in his head

[center] “Live Sigmar.. live on, if not for yourself do it for me. Don’t cry please” [/center]

He quickly rubbed away his tears and stuffed the necklace into the pocket of his prisoner outfit as he heard the swinging cell door. 

“Sir Shield. You’ve been called up”

‘Sir my a**’

Sigmar thought lethargically, most jailors here still treated him better then other prisoners due to his previous standing but still he had not push his luck and don’t plan to now so he stood up and walked up to the jailor and offered his wrist

The man once known as the Shield squint his eyes as he was led into the room, unacquainted with the sudden light however his stoic expression broke into one of recognition. While not knowing Lady Dulcena personally, the lady he once served did and on multiple occasion he accompanied her to meet Dulcena. Now his mood became somewhat light-hearted as he heard the voice he had sworn to protect with his life once again

[center] “Live Sigmar.. live on, if not for yourself do it for me. Don’t cry please” [/center]

Under his breath he mutters softly as the man beside him made his decision

“I will Lady Celina, I will”

When Lady Dulcena approached he gave a solemn nod as The Disgraced knight, Sigmar Shield responded 

“Count me in ma’am”