" You have no armour?!",the knight of Fradah yelled at the new soldier. He was well built and looked brave. His eyes were a rough brown and his hair hung down to his shoulders. Even then,he was as clumsy as a five year old kid. Nooro looked at the Knight and whimpered. He was new to the land of the Eternal Wizards and yet everyone took it for granted that he was as old as the old clubmen roaming around the military camp.
" Dear sir,I am from the lands of the Storm Dancers and I know not the laws of this land."
"Then learn for yourself you little bag of filth!"
Nooro bowed his head down in shame. Little did they know how troubled and pained he was. He was forced to flee from his home land when his father had died in battle. His mother,quite unfortunately, was missing from the day he had been born.
"Oh! I wonder. Are you even listening young lad?"
"Wh-what?"
" I just asked for your knightship certificate. Do you have any?", the Knight whose name was Ajhar Ironsmith said.
" A-a knight certificate sire?"
"Yes. Do you have it?"
"But sir,I have not been knighted!", Nooro said aghast. He was about to explain his situation when he received a sharp blow on the back of his head. His vision grew blurry and slowly he lost sight of his surroundings as he fell to the ground.