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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 2610529" data-attributes="member: 20083">The group of Knights congregates with their comrades, sharing drinks and stories.  Waves of laughter erupt through the hall at Getran's jokes, which keep the senior Knights very amused.  As the laughter settles down, he looks over to his mentor, Sir Wyte.  Wyte was an older, very battle-hardened man, with nerves of mythril and a courage so legendary that the library of the Templars had been named after him.  Getran casually asks "But day-to-day life? Mostly training I'd wager. Sir Wyte, how would you describe a Dragonknight's lifestyle?".  Wyte takes a sip of his ale and glances at the men, with a mixture of authority and kindness behind them as he speaks."When you began your life as a Dragonsquire, I am sure you all had visions of epic battles, heroic struggles, the kind that bards would scribe into songs for generations to come.  These things are part of it, but they are a very small part of it. The life of a Dragonknight is one of service and duty, duty to Amunia and the Patriarch.  We are truely the last line of defense.  When something rises amiss, the Army is sent.  The Army handles 99 out of 100 conflicts in this nation.  9 out of 10 of that last conflict is the Dragon-Stalkers, who go in emergencies.  We are only called in that miniscule 1 tenth of 1 conflict.  But that 1 tenth is the most brutal, viscious, heartless battles ever seen by man.  A Dragonknight must always train, always improve himself, for when that call of duty is sent, it is certain that it is no drill.  You must be ready to sacrifice yourself at a moment's notice.  That is the life of a Dragonknight..."The mood in the chamber got much sadder at Sir Wyte spoke, the temporary break from reality being torn apart as reality came back to them.  An awkward silence filled the barracks, as everyone simply stood, silently.  Then, a noise filled the room, the sound of the front doors being opened.  Everyone looked to see Sir Krisken walk in, decked in his everyday robes.  He quickly approached Getran and his allies and spoke, "Greetings Sir Thwaite.  I have a request from High Dragonknight Kazhaem for you and your allies to come to his office immediatly.  Please follow me."  He quickly turned around and began to head for the door.</blockquote>

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