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The lake was quiet at that time of the day.
Lorenor oft found himself in the depths of Concordia Forest alone, attempting to gather his thoughts and find his purpose.
The lake was ripe with a bounty of legendary Corone fish. The remains of the Ixian Knight's once fabled fortress rested nearby. Silent and empty, a relic of a long forgotten past of Althanas's history. Lorenor often thought about The Ixian Knights and their mysterious ways. Once, the Paladin had been little more than a mindless follower of N'Jal. The forgotten Thayne...or so the masses of Althanas would lead one to believe. Things forgotten did not simply cease to be despite what the masses wanted. What the masses believed. Lorenor wanted to believe that the past he was running from was truly behind him. It was never that simple...things often took off of their accord...and that day would prove no different.
The Paladin sat against the ground thinking about the recent events of his life...
He'd taken a trip to Salvar to settle some matters in Knife's Edge. Those events also took a mind of their own and he still had the scar from the certain injury he'd received. Try as he would, the scar never faded and was a reminder of the dangers of Salvar. As Lorenor sat there he touched his stomach where the scar lurked, for some reason it still hurt. An external event had healed him from the death-blow he'd undergone. And they were able to complete their sour adventure..despite the price the Heroes of The Ranceed Estate faced. Lorenor thought of his mentor, Sei Orlouge very often those days. He'd isolated himself from the masses after he'd returned from Salvar. The wilderness held it's own secrets. The Paladin thought about many things at that moment, but mostly...he thought of Sei Orlouge. I accepted Reformation when we met. You're one of the wisest men I have ever known. If a man like me could be Reformed...
He sometimes missed being in the fold of N'Jal.
That thought did haunt him periodically...but Sei had given him a new purpose. One that he was meant to hold close to his heart. As he sat there he thought about the past a lot, memories flooding his mind as he considered the situation at hand. The scar on his abdomen was an injury a previous adventure had inflicted. One that nearly left him to face is true death...At that point, Lorenor realized he was no longer alone.
"You're not a fisherman." A female voice called out to him.
"No. I am not." Lorenor responded truthfully to the female Forest Elf.
She walked towards the Paladin calmly, her eyes held a strange glow to them. Lorenor noticed that immediately but he also noticed how radiant and beautiful she was. "May I accompany you?" She asked.
"Feel free though I am little more than a humbler traveller." Lorenor said as she walked towards him and sat down on the ground next to him.
"The lake's waters have a calming effect." When she sat down she looked into his eyes. "What troubles you?"
Lorenor smiled softly and nodded towards the woman. "Your people always did fascinate me." Lorenor began. "So observant...anyway. A lot troubles me. I recently went through a dangerous event."
The woman was looking at the marks on Lorenor's uniform. "Those marks you carry. The Ixian Knights have not been in activity for a long time."
"Since Sei Orlouge vanished." Lorenor corrected. There was no malice in his voice, he was simply tired.
"Ah, The Mystic. Tell me, Ixian, what is your name?" She asked.
Lorenor nodded calmly. "I am called Lorenor." He said calmly, his name had almost become a title of sorts.
The woman seemed distant for a moment. "Schealla." She said casually. "That's what they call me."
"So tell me Lorenor. Are you running from something or searching for something...?" She asked.
Lorenor smiled calmly. "I already have that which I need. I am merely a Paladin of the old order..." Lorenor said.
"You knew Sei directly?" She asked.
"Yes. We were war buddies of sorts. Allies. I was deeply trouble to find the current state of the Ixian Knights was no more." Lorenor stated.
"Things forgotten are not necessarily lost. You could always rebuild the old order." The thought immediately hit Loernor like a ton of bricks.
"Rebuild...The Old Order...?" Lorenor said out loud. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I never thought of that." Lorenor said.