Everywhere she went, Sigrid traveled with a chair. After sending Dame Amelia on her final journey, she sat down and faced the Suncrest knights that were no longer battling. They stood in silent formation, their silver armor with the sigil of their dame stained with blood. Grief poured from their eyes. A feeling of loss overpowered them.
She was the only noble that dared to use female knights. She was the only one that offered them protection. With her death, the lustful men that had long sought to conquer them would descend like wolves and tear them to pieces.
Many of the female knights were already plotting their escape. They needed to leave Suncrest as soon as possible and find safety in other cities. They would find other jobs. Jobs that did not fulfill their purpose which had died with the dame.
