Captain Price dismounted from his horse with a pained groan, weary and injured. The battle he and his men had prepared for had gone badly. They'd been betrayed by Shepard. Price ordered his men to scatter, fall back and retreat. Hide and heal and lick their wounds to fight again another day.

He'd bought them time to escape, but been badly hurt in the process. Shepard's favored knight, Graves, had fought dirty with his band of Shadow Knights and left some scars. Price barely escaped with his life.

Whether he would yet keep his life was another concern entirely.

He eyed the building in front of him. A convent. Surrounded by only the woodland and fields of England and roads sure to be full of Shepard's men, there was nowhere else to go. Maybe he could lay low, ask for sanctuary. He didn't like it, but he was out of options.

He limped up to the great, wooden doors and rang the bell nearby. He waited, trying to resist the darkness at the edge of his eyes. He refused to faint. He refused.

One of the doors opened and he was too busy focusing on his fight to stay awake that he didn't anticipate such a prompt response. His balance failed him and he staggered against a nun with a groan, caught off guard and weakened. His ears were ringing, his legs weak. His sight was failing him and that pesky darkness was about to consume him, he could feel it.

But he could also feel the arms of the mysterious woman around him trying to hold him up. An unexpected comfort.

"...For....forgive me, madam. San...ctuary. I need...sanctuary."