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[center][color=7CFC00]Acolyte Cantor Amentha[/color][/center]
[right]Location: A7 - Ordo Benevolence[/right] 
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The rest of the night went without any hiccups. The afternoon supper was beet soup and a dash of meat for flavoring, followed by the nightly prayers performed by each member. Cantor was also welcomed to his room. It was a small room on the third floor of the building with two bunk beds, two tables, and four shelves. The smell of paper and lamp oils hung in the air. But still, it was enough for Cantor. To his knowledge, the nuns stayed in another section of the building. 

Unpacking most of his stuff, Cantor remembered his conversation with Sister Laina. [color=7CFC00] Knife huh? [/color] Cantor thinks before digging out his scalpel. Roughly 15 centimeters in length and no heavier than 50 grams, these are his most valuable possessions. He balanced it on his finger, feeling its center of gravity before rushing forward and repeatedly stabbing the nonexistent combatant in the abdomen three times before dashing backward. The cluttering of the room meant he could only move forward or backward, and the same applied to his foes. Based on his anatomy experience, he first got into the small intestine, then two more stabs at the stomach. 

The result was unsatisfactory. He imagined the small giant he helped kill. Atop a barren hill, It stood above them despite being poisoned. Its strength must have never disappointed it. The brother band would have let it live had it not constantly terrorize the villagers and their livestock. The howling wind is produced from a simple act of swinging a tree. The men's orders mixed with the roar of a wild humanoid. To truly harm it, Cantor was forced to cut open its hide with the axe and sever the muscle connection from the bone. It took multiple swings for the giant to kneel and multiple more for its neck to release its hold from the skull. 

Even for humans, the knife is not cut out. A padded leather shirt can significantly damper the penetration of the knife. And if he is against someone good, they would know this and club him in the head. [color=7CFC00] So one hit kill[/color]... but doing that would require better footings or surprise them. He was only mediocre with an axe and shield, so switching would mean he must relearn how to use a different weapon and its nuance. 

He decided not to consider who would teach him or where he could find someone willing to teach him. He hoped he could relieve the Ordo of its financial difficulties, even just by a little bit. But then again, the Ordo have stayed here before he came. It would probably still be here after he left. 

Instead, he looks forward to tomorrow's city stroll. He still remembers how his ichor yearned to get here. It is, after all, only a day since.