"TODAY is supposed to be a joyous occasion!" Sir Luke Johns was whining continuously. He was delighted to spend the rest of the night with his date until Sir Ryan Thompson, the head knight of Styx Order, alias his superior, called him out and ruined his day. His HAPPY day! "For once in a blue moon, I finally got a date!" And he was forced to leave. This poor man never dated or betrothed to any auspicious ladies so far because he had committed most of his youth to be a knight like his childhood friend here and joined the war. Please forgive him for being grumpy. He deserved, at least, to complain. "This is maddening! Why do we must come down here and chop some heads off?!"