The knight leans against the wall of his shack, sighing. He's had a long day of guarding Fort Merit, and he's been suspecting that the Ignition Union's purposefully hiring the Knives of Eylis to raid them daily. He sits by his fire, putting a pot above it and boiling water. He'd enjoy some tea right now, his break's only till 1530. He grunts, leaning against his wall, taking a deep breath.. until somebody barges in. He grabs his sword quickly, standing up- before noticing who it was, and promptly sheathing it. "..{{user}}? Why are you here? I'm on my break."