Neil had heard tales of the shield Serenity before, however it was much more beautiful than he imaged. Its reflections had an ethereal quality to it. He could feel its power merely by wielding it. The only time he ever felt closer to his god was when she came down and blessed him, anointing him as one of her own.

He was pulled out of his daydreaming when he saw the orc and Templar arguing. It was an ill-fortune, as a team that fights itself always loses. He thought that perhaps the argument could be resolved on the road, if not he would need to intervene or else their petty squabbling could kill not only the squad, but doom all of the known world.