[center][h1]Vires "The Griff" Spaeros[/h1][/center] [center][h2]Pt 2. | Knights Banter[/h2][/center] [hider=Mood Setting][center][youtube][/youtube][/center][/hider] Kass snarled at Drunoda, “No one wanted an explanation! I am reminding you of who you are and where you stand in this lot! Prove us wrong or don’t, I will take pleasure in responding to both!” “Peace, Kass.” Words that shocked the depths of Kass’ being like a thunderous whisper. Kass held tremendous respect for Roland, her wits snapping back into place. Her gaze quickly reoriented toward’s the Lion of Belisio. She purged her thoughts quickly to give room for Roland’s address. Dante did not do the same. He was one of the seven Knights who followed Griff by choice stood in the far back with Ciri and Lucia. Dante was the silent type who kept himself brief in conversation, but when he did speak, his tongue dropped heavy and thoughtful prose. Slender in physique, agile, and accurate. He was a marksman and short ax handler. His abilities surrounded his speed of execution. Dante tilted his head back. He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. In his mind he imagined the sounds of his hometown, Bova. Dante drifted across cliff sides as waves crashed into the high rock walls, until he reached the water well at the center of a loosely stoned town square with the smell of baking bread and strings of the church band playing. His vision took him through the narrow warm corridors that revealed a familiar wooden door opening into his mother and father’s den. Both smiling as they sat at the family table sipping coffee from this morning’s brew. His mother gently cutting a small piece of bread for Dante’s father, and then placing another piece on an empty plate before an empty seat. His vision pulled him toward the empty seat as the calling of his sister echoed from upstairs, “I’m coming!”, the footsteps of a 9-year old eager girl charged down the steps with a big smile on her face taking her seat. Dante’s vision stopped pulling him toward the family table, they all placed their heads down clasping hands, his father praying and then releasing with the final comment, “So be it.” His father looking up to gaze into Dante’s being. Immediately the vision rushed Dante out of the house, toward the town square, up into the sky, and back to the waves crashing against the cliffside. Dante opened his eyes as he felt Ciri’s finger draw a tear away from his eye, “Are you ready?” She asked gently. Dante tilted his head forward, commanding his attitude back into formation, “Are we ever Ciri?” She replied, “No.” And then smiled, “So be it.” Dante whispered back, “So be it.” When Roland finished, Griff turned around toward his compatriots, “We do not define the outcome, but we will define how it is told. No matter what happens when we dive, find each other, stand together, stand firm, and then we move forward.” Griff paused, he looked at Dane, Federo, Kass, Ciri, Dante, Lucia, and Omir, each nodding their heads out of recognition and love. They had fought alongside each other for quite some time, and each knew this campaign would be different than any other they’ve ever suffered before. Before Griff turned back to lead them into the shuttle he noted out loud, “Remember…no heroes, only Knights.” The 7 responded, “Strength and Honor!” The group moved toward the shuttle following Leonis.