An old man walks through the door. His head shaven, his beard white. His armour is dated. The fervour in his eyes belies the obvious signs of age as he moves toward the altar. The outdated plate armour seems to afford him no dificulty as he kneels to give homage to his Lord. After a time he stands and looks to find others of his faith, beside those commanded to tend the Chapel.

A pale knight wearing the livery of the Sacred Order emotes a respectful compliment toward him and patiently waits him to approach.