In the darker part of the day, before night had actually fallen, a young man walked with a patient stride along Pathway. It could only be described as patient, as it did appear to be with some distination in mind, but didnt seem to be rushing. He wore black, and armour beneath a cloak, a shield slung over his back and a sword at his side. The cloak hid most his body, but it seemed clear from the glint of metal beneath that he was either a finely armed warrior or a knight. The latter would be correct, judging the way he walked with such determination.
Klarik was not a happy knight. The again, he wasnt UN-happy either, but he was a bit annoyed about having to get rid of his horse. But then, undead things didn last long in Pathway now and he wasnt willing to break any laws right now. He was a kngith after all, and honour was still soething very important to him, without question. Laws, therefore, had some part of his life, but sometimes, just SOMETIMES, he would have to break one he realised to follow his lord. Technically, his lord was not outlawed yet, but it was only a matter of time... Of course, he could start preaching here, but even if he was a zealot, he wasnt foolish. It served his purposes better to remain alive for now at least. Die later, gloriously. Right now he wanted some where to stay and perhaps a task to undertake. Many heroes met in Pathway, so it couldnt be hard to find something to do...or to kill.
Klarik looked about with his emotionless eyes and took in the sight of the street. Yes...anywhere would do...
His lips moved slightly into what could be called a smile.
Of honor I must speak, these words in which I believe
thou shalt shelter my words in thy heart