[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Lorenzo sat in front of the man claiming himself as Favian and simply stared for a few seconds. 

This was a request to the man who was once told he could never walk again.

The request to the man who was still in grieving for the loss of his one true friend.

The request to a man that had considered many a time to just stop getting out of bed.

[color=a187be]"... very well,"[/color] Lorenzo spoke before he whistled for Martyrdom to return to his side. The man's head turned to face the doctor that had been sent for him. [color=a187be]"Doctor. I must be asking a lot of you, but I implore you to accompany me on this quest. I shall reward you with the money I have saved in my days of hound training in addition to a faithful companion in the future that shall never rest as long as he is at your side."[/color] Another whistle, followed by a snap, commanded Martyrdom to wander over to Lorenzo's bow and quiver, long covered in dust from the time spent since the last use.

[color=a187be]"Knight of Lord Bryce, accompany us as well on this venture. I'm no fool, the forest is filled with creatures of incredible threat. Your sword and shield shall prove valuable in the efforts of Favian's protection, as well as reward you with the experience that would prove valuable to your career and devotion to the lord."[/color]

Lorenzo smiled for the first time in a while. The thought of being a help again made him quiver with excitement.

Then the smile faded away.

[color=a187be]"Sir Favian. I must request of you one thing. A device capable of movement and supporting my weight so I may move on my lonesome if I have to,"[/color] Lorenzo patted Martyrdom's head once more as Lorenzo finished speaking. [color=a187be]"Give me this and I shall help you on your quest."[/color]