Mikael
I clambered up out of the dirt and turned to Luke.
"Well done, Monsieur Prince. Not many men can boast having landed a blow on me." I flexed my shoulder, loosened the strap on my shoulder peice and turned back to him.
"I must have that sword. It is all that remains of my life before this. It was given to me by the Archlord of the Iron Knights and father of my wife. I need that sword ... please." I spoke solemnly. I turned and walked back toward the house apologising to each person as i met them.
"Please excuse my outburst. I apologise most deeply. That sword is all that remains of my past life and it means more to me than you can possibly imagine." I sat down and wiped the blood from my nose before re-adjusting my armour. I moved the breastplate and found the source of my loss of speed. Wedged behind my breastplate and sticking into my side was a small pearl hair clip.
"Sophia, I believe this belongs to you." I held it out in the palm of my hand and she quietly took it away. I dived into a tree and grabbed my small sack of possessions. I searched through the bag moving peices of armour, old battle trophies, my large warhammer until eventually i found two small rings. I placed one on my finger and threw the other to Luke.
"Put it on and i will be able to find you always. That way maybe someday i can make up for assault." I bowed, returned the bag to the tree and sat down quietly.
