A Knight

A silk handkerchief with a Resplendent Quetzal pattern, embroidered by A Knight. In order to learn how to embroider the pattern, A Knight paid quite a price.

Thankfully, needles can't deal real damage to this armor.

A bowl of scale powder, resembling a cloud of shimmering dust and imbued with the essence of arcanum. The butterfly elements on the armor have disappeared, leaving behind a never-ending glow of heartfelt emotions.

Only moss and vines could calmly keep company with this knight. For centuries they have grown, climbed, and swayed, continually blooming anew.

The knight forgave the sinner waiting at the road's end, just as the moss and vines forgave a century of solitude.

A piece of cloth that A Knight always carries. Always floating in the air with him, it has questionable usage.

According to legend, when a nobleman was eligible to become a knight, the lord would hold a knighting ceremony for him. This piece of cloth looks very similar to the medal ribbon used in knighting ceremonies.

Armguards adorned with rivets, encased in metallic scales that give form to the formless. These armguards were once worn by the interviewee, and have now been returned by arcane means. "Being formless is not necessarily negative, but being nameless ... Now that is a stumbling block for a knight on a journey."

An arm guard braided from tenacious vines, with silvery metal forming the knight's finger bones. The interior is hollow, but the interviewee remarked that only the most noble and valiant would dare to peer within.

"As for what counts as noble and valiant ... Someone recalls an ancient wager regarding an axe—would you be willing to prove your mettle?"

A blood-stained sword. The reason why it has been preserved intact remains a mystery.

"After that battle, the giant's blood didn't drain, nor did the Resplendent Quetzal come back." That was what he said when people asked him about the blood stain.

Leather straps with decorative metal pieces wrapped around a cloak, giving it a lavish appearance. In battle, however, they serve the practical purpose of blinding the enemy—a bold display of bravery even in adornment.

A long sword forged from fine steel, shaped like a bleached bone. An emerald is set into the crossguard, rumored to see right into the heart of anyone brought before it.

The knight rides out at summer's end, declaring who will soon be reduced to bones and who will be reborn with the coming spring.

The bards held lutes as they stood in the soft lighting of the tavern.

While they plucked the strings, poetry spilled out in a steady stream.

They were filled with reverence and nostalgia as they spoke in praise of the Great and the exploits of his twelve paladins, creating the Les Chansons de Geste about them.

The knights rode all over the European continent for their beliefs.

While listening to these poems, the people raised their glasses for the paladins in remote lands.

Ancient poems would not be carved into stone, and yet they would still be able to stand the test of time in the minds of the people. They are even more long-lasting than the achievements of the Great.

The lord bestowed the medal ribbon upon the knight.

The knight then kneeled on one knee and swore an oath to fight for glory.

The angel granted the sword and the horn to the knight.

The knight then kneeled on one knee and swore an oath to fight for his beliefs.

His friend had nothing she could give the knight.

Still, he promised her

"I will fight to my last breath for your freedom."

The quetzal flying across the sky was like the freedom she sought. Even if all that is left is his spirit and even if there might never seem to be an end, the knight still would not go against his vow.

Pandora Wilson: Pleasure to meet you, Sir.

A Knight: Ooh, ooh! Someone must admit that it was definitely taken by surprise. While it might be slightly rude, please allow Someone to ask: are thee also a spirit trapped in a statue, my lady?

Pandora Wilson: My apologies, but this is merely my arcane skill.

A Knight: There is no need to apologize. Someone overstepped the bounds of propriety.

Pandora Wilson: Thank you for taking the time to have this interview. I must say, it is very soothing to be speaking with such an elegant knight as you.

A Knight: Someone is flattered. Actually, Someone hath a small request, hopefully thou might entertain.

Pandora Wilson: Please go on.

A Knight: Dost thee desire using thy arcane skill to open a mouth on this armor, as what thou did with this statue? Someone is very curious about what people might think when a set of armor produces two different voices.