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Sindri sat in silence in the large sparing chamber. He had sent an invitation to a young knight by the name of Mira. For him it was not the spar itself that he was interested in, but the knight herself. At the Funeral, he had sensed something that was off.
Perhaps he was only over thinking it, but for some reason.. the young Imperial Knight had seemed darker then the others as if some taint lay within her soul. He could not blame her if she had such a thing, but left unwatched such things could lead to the darkside, so he felt it was best to get a closer examination of her.
His silver and red armor fit nicely on him, however, his helm was still damaged and in repair so his long green hair hung freely around his face gently swinging away and back with his slow breaths.
Perhaps he was only over thinking it, but for some reason.. the young Imperial Knight had seemed darker then the others as if some taint lay within her soul. He could not blame her if she had such a thing, but left unwatched such things could lead to the darkside, so he felt it was best to get a closer examination of her.
His silver and red armor fit nicely on him, however, his helm was still damaged and in repair so his long green hair hung freely around his face gently swinging away and back with his slow breaths.