17th Day of Spring, 514 AV
Bitt made his way through the perpetually lit hallways of The Stormhold Citadel. More than once, the young squire had gotten lost in the stony corridors, but he had visited his current destination often enough to have a semblance of confidence in his ability to find it. As he walked, Bitt absent-mindedly rubbed his shoulder; the bruising there had diminished significantly, but the limb still troubled him with a dull ache; a reminder of his first awkward attempt to mount a horse.
Hope that clears up soon...
Bitt had left his chain mail and plate in the dormitory, it would not be needed today. It was amazing how much lighter he felt without it on, as if he could simply float away if he had half-the-mind to try.
No point weighing myself down for a day of lectures... Here we go! This is it, I'm sure.
Bitt turned to face a large wooden door and rapped his knuckles against it... no response. After several ticks, he tried again, except this time he knocked louder; still, no response... Bitt raised his fist, preparing to pound on the door, when a loud, creaking noise demanded his attention. Crowe poked his head out of the next door down the line, a look of exasperation on his face.
"Morning lad... any particular reason you're knocking on old Frederick's door? He's probably out-and-about by now. Perhaps I could help you instead?" The older knight was so obviously not laughing, that Bitt felt more embarrassed than if he had been. To his credit, the young squire assumed an appropriately chastised look;
"Yes, Ser Crowe."
"Honestly lad, we're going to have to work on that sense of direction of yours."Crowe stroked his beard thoughtfully as Bitt followed him into his quarters, "Well, that's a problem for another day. For now lad, take a seat." The older knight dismissed the issue with a wave of his arm and sat cross-legged on the floor; Bitt followed suit.
"So tell me lad, are there any gods you worship?" Bitt momentarily considered his patron's question before answering;
"No, Ser Crowe, there are not." Crowe was surprised by the declaration, for a man without faith was an uncommon thing; he inquired further,
"Is there any particular reason why?" There was no malice in the question, Crowe was simply curious. Bitt was embarrassed by the line of questioning, since coming to Syliras he quickly learnt how important religion was to the average citizen.
"Not really, Ser Crowe... I was just never told about the gods." Crowe shrugged his shoulders at the answer; it was a simple enough reason. If anything, the older knight figured that starting with a clean spiritual slate could only be beneficial to the lad's education.
"I see lad, I see... Well, I'd best inform you of some of your options then. While your faith is your own, there are a few deities that are... renowned... within The Syliran Knights. I'll give you a rough overview of their values and, should you wish to learn more, I can direct you to the places and people who can offer you a deeper understanding." Bitt nodded enthusiastically, his curiosity already getting the better of him.
"Yes, Ser Crowe."
Hope that clears up soon...
Bitt had left his chain mail and plate in the dormitory, it would not be needed today. It was amazing how much lighter he felt without it on, as if he could simply float away if he had half-the-mind to try.
No point weighing myself down for a day of lectures... Here we go! This is it, I'm sure.
Bitt turned to face a large wooden door and rapped his knuckles against it... no response. After several ticks, he tried again, except this time he knocked louder; still, no response... Bitt raised his fist, preparing to pound on the door, when a loud, creaking noise demanded his attention. Crowe poked his head out of the next door down the line, a look of exasperation on his face.
"Morning lad... any particular reason you're knocking on old Frederick's door? He's probably out-and-about by now. Perhaps I could help you instead?" The older knight was so obviously not laughing, that Bitt felt more embarrassed than if he had been. To his credit, the young squire assumed an appropriately chastised look;
"Yes, Ser Crowe."
"Honestly lad, we're going to have to work on that sense of direction of yours."Crowe stroked his beard thoughtfully as Bitt followed him into his quarters, "Well, that's a problem for another day. For now lad, take a seat." The older knight dismissed the issue with a wave of his arm and sat cross-legged on the floor; Bitt followed suit.
"So tell me lad, are there any gods you worship?" Bitt momentarily considered his patron's question before answering;
"No, Ser Crowe, there are not." Crowe was surprised by the declaration, for a man without faith was an uncommon thing; he inquired further,
"Is there any particular reason why?" There was no malice in the question, Crowe was simply curious. Bitt was embarrassed by the line of questioning, since coming to Syliras he quickly learnt how important religion was to the average citizen.
"Not really, Ser Crowe... I was just never told about the gods." Crowe shrugged his shoulders at the answer; it was a simple enough reason. If anything, the older knight figured that starting with a clean spiritual slate could only be beneficial to the lad's education.
"I see lad, I see... Well, I'd best inform you of some of your options then. While your faith is your own, there are a few deities that are... renowned... within The Syliran Knights. I'll give you a rough overview of their values and, should you wish to learn more, I can direct you to the places and people who can offer you a deeper understanding." Bitt nodded enthusiastically, his curiosity already getting the better of him.
"Yes, Ser Crowe."
