Sir Ansbach was breathing heavily, grip tightening upon his scythe. They had done it... The old man lifted his gaze to the sky; looking on at the bright rays above and the fluffy clouds. His lord's body was free, and his dignity restored. "Righteous Tarnished." Ansbach spoke as his gaze traveled down to the warrior who fought so brilliantly beside him. He began his approach as he lowered his scythe; which was still dripping with crimson blood. He stopped short of the Tarnished to give a respectful bow. "Become our new lord. A lord not for gods, but for men."