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1104 AD; Athens, Byzantine Empire.
Mikalis decided to ride past the monastery where his painstaking art would hopefully last forever. As he rode past the monastery he was surprised to see the abbot standing by the gate. Father Obertus waved as he rode nearer and smiled up at him from under his hood. Something about the abbot had always unnerved him. He always seemed to know exactly how Mikalis had felt not to mention he had the habit of seemingly appearing out of thin air to speak to him.
"I see you have decided to leave us after all, Mikalis. Tis' a shame but I understand youth's need to travel and see the world. Perhaps you shall return to us someday a more complete master of art. Please be careful on your travels my son the world is full of predators, human and otherwise."
The last sentence almost seemed to be a warning or perhaps even a threat, but Mikalis had no time to dwell on it as Father Obertus continued.
"I was hoping that you might take this with you. You might not be trained in it's use but perhaps it may still keep you safe."
Reaching under the voluminous robes he extends forth a rather plain looking sword in a sheath to Mikalis as he sits up on the horse.
Mikalis decided to ride past the monastery where his painstaking art would hopefully last forever. As he rode past the monastery he was surprised to see the abbot standing by the gate. Father Obertus waved as he rode nearer and smiled up at him from under his hood. Something about the abbot had always unnerved him. He always seemed to know exactly how Mikalis had felt not to mention he had the habit of seemingly appearing out of thin air to speak to him.
"I see you have decided to leave us after all, Mikalis. Tis' a shame but I understand youth's need to travel and see the world. Perhaps you shall return to us someday a more complete master of art. Please be careful on your travels my son the world is full of predators, human and otherwise."
The last sentence almost seemed to be a warning or perhaps even a threat, but Mikalis had no time to dwell on it as Father Obertus continued.
"I was hoping that you might take this with you. You might not be trained in it's use but perhaps it may still keep you safe."
Reaching under the voluminous robes he extends forth a rather plain looking sword in a sheath to Mikalis as he sits up on the horse.
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