I would have been like 10 when I saw my first knight. At first she just seemed like another sell-sword. But the way she walked, the presence she held, hell the way she talks and everyone listens. I also doubt that a simple sell-sword would give out gifts and food to the poor for free. I would later find out they were a knight specifically of verdantine and I wanted to be one, the power and the respect, I wanted no I needed it,than I would be something, no one would look down on me again or call me names or say I am trash I would have titles and wealth and power everything I want, everything I need…. But that changed. The more I learn,heard ,asked one thing becomes clear :..they were nobody too. Sure they had names, titles hell most came from noble family’s but the knights , the true ones , where nobody’s cause they where knights. They where the code they swear to up hold, they where knights jusqu'à ce que ma lame tombe and my duty is at the end. Ain’t that a bitch