[b]Very soon there was yet another noise. There was footsteps. Heavy, clanky, loud footsteps. Everyone would know that the person would be coming. There was also a muffled sigh, but it sounded oddly loud. It sounded hollow, like it was said through a helmet of some sort. It was a sigh that Daun knew all too well, one that was almost immediately recognizable. The newcomer’s identity would be known to her. It was one of her traveling companions, their leader to be exact. It was the Paladin, and he did not sound happy at all. He was wearing his usual attire, his huge armor. It seemed to be modeled off of the Knights Templar of crusading times, but where the Paladin has grown, the Knights Templar did not exist. He was rooted in the same place as Daun, and had the same problem as her. He had no clue where he was, but he did know how they had arrived. As he approached, the armor was able to be seen in greater detail. His helmet was a medieval great helm, but was more angular than traditional helmets. The helm was painted a pure white, the edges and faceplate being painted a dark green. However, the helmet was a victim of decades of conquest and skirmishes, and therefore had much wear and tear. The scratches and scrapes revealed a black, tempered steel. However, despite what the helmet was made for, its current owner sook only charity and protection. Daun would know that better than most. His cuirass was tens of giant plates, all covered in white paint. They folded over and about each other, looking extremely intricate and expensive. The edges of all the plates were painted the same dark green as the helmet’s trimming, although they looked more fresh, like he’d recently repainted the entire torso-piece. The shoulders jutted out and were little more than broad, massive plates used to deflect attack. The entire piece was blocky, bulky, and very thick. It was a wonder he could carry it all. Over the cuirass was a sheet of leather, dyed white. It had a large, intricate green cross on it. In the joints of it all, black chainmail was seen. The arm-pieces looked like massive tubes of steel, with elbow-caps and jointed chainmail covering any skin. It was here that someone could see that the entire thing was padded with leather bonds and armor under the chainmail and plate. The gauntlets went from the middle of the forearm to the tips of the fingers, all being white. On his right gauntlet, however, was a green cross. It looked exactly like the one on his chest piece. The greaves were like the arms down to a tee, besides the shape now being that of thighs and calves instead of shoulders and forearms. The boots were like any other pair of metal boots, and were also painted white. On top of all this intricate design, was a fur trimming that ran across all of it, and it looked extremely soft, whatever it was. There was also a soft, white glow surrounding him, his armor was blessed on top of all the other protection. There were two massive things stuck to his back. A mace and a shield. The shield was easily as big as the Paladin himself, and was just one solid sheet of metal bound in leather. The mace was around four feet long, and it was painted green. Not much to say, it’s just a mace. However, they both glowed with a golden light, seemingly blessed as well. The Paladin was a massive man, standing at six-feet-ten-inches. From behind his helmet, his eyes were visible. They were a steely gray, and seemed to be filled with disappointment. And he was very disappointed in Daun. Killing a man for something as trivial as killing an animal? Sure was a waste of his healing for the day.[/b] “Daun. How many times have I told you not to attack the locals while we pass through?” [b]His voice was loud, booming, and deep. It held an authority that could only be described as parental. And he did act like their group’s father most of the time, so it fit. He walks towards the man she had killed, and put his hand on the man’s chest. His hand glowing gold.[/b]