[h2]Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

The look that Tyaethe gave Indrau was several notches below disappointed, verging on frustrated. Here was a veteran knight, with a perfect comparison... so be it; this wouldn't be the first time that the modern order felt comparatively useless. Tyaethe turned away, shaking her head, stepping off to the left of the assembled knights.

"Protect," she said, seemingly to pause completely in position for just a moment, then with no more than a slight breeze... no longer a small child, but instead a knight in shining armour, emblazoned with Mayon's rose.

"Is anyone else volunteering to follow me?" Tyaethe asked, preparing to gesture for enough people [i]not[/i] volunteering to come along.