Morning was breaking and Casimir sat atop the small watchtower that had become the nearest thing he had to a home. He had been in Raiaera for six months, traveling most of them around the lands of the interior. He been burning out nests of undead, bandits, and abominable creations of Xem'zund, doing his best to protect travelers and the smallfolk of Raiaera. Summer had turned to autumn, had moved on to winter, and still his quest continued. He had come across this watchtower and had chosen it for the winter, it was near enough to a small village and some dangerous lands that he could be supplied and continue his work. A few days work and some supplies from the local elves had rendered it almost cozy.
He had a sip of the coffee he had bought from the traveling merchant who stopped in the village once a fortnight. Alone of the elves he had met of left he was a kind and gregarious sort, his days of traveling as a merchant and once upon a time a sellsword had removed some of the bigotry of his people. The Elves in the village, despite his having saving their flocks saved from a flesh golem, treated him with suspicion and disdain though at least they would trade with him in a limited capacity.
He puffed a cigar and took another sip of his coffee. Fresh snow blanketed the surrounding countryside, and the sunrise was glistening upon it. Kon was right, Raiaera was beautiful at least. He finished his coffee and cleared his throat.
Another day, putting himself to the hazard for people who hated him.
Knighthood was glamorous.