Early Afternoon, 3rd Day of Summer, AV 510
John still couldn't believe it. He was finally a Syliran Knight. Years of training, study, and all around hard work had finally come to fruition. He didn't really feel different, except for a sort of lightheaded euphoric feeling that hadn't stopped since he had been knighted three days ago. The look on his father's face after John had been knighted was worth it all. Since his mother's death his father had been mostly sullen, even more so since his injury. To see the obvious joy and pride filling the older knight's face gave John a warm feeling of accomplishment.
The new knight had been given the two days following the knighting off, to celebrate and ready himself for duty. John had spent the first with his father, engaged in hearty conversation about life, love, knighthood, and other things. The second he had begun with a light training workout, followed by a nice afternoon reading in the sun just outside the gates of Syliras. Finally, the third day had come, and John was put on day patrol duty inside the city.
The young knight had put on his plate armor for the first time, a red tabard over it cinched at the waist by his belt. His longsword, a family sword given to him by his father, hung at his waist, as did his dagger. On his head his helmet fit snugly, its flat visor lifted up so that John's face was visible.
John was now several hours into the shift. His route covered part of the Third Tier, including Traveler's Row and the other outside businesses. With regular interval he passed other knights patrolling the same area, including some of his new wing mates. So far the patrol had been relatively boring. With the high volume of knights within Syliras, the populous hardly noticed a lone knight unless they needed his assistance or already knew him. As such, the only person to interact with him, other than his Sergeant Knight, was an elderly lady who needed some help carrying her laundry. Taught humility and service during his squirehood, John was not above such menial tasks, and gladly gave her assistance, though he was already carrying gear three times as heavy as her laundry.
The good deed finished, the knight headed out to Traveler's row, stopping his route to keep an eye out on a single location, as he was told to do every so often to prevent the predictability of his patrol.