April 26th, HE.
Walking through the halls of the Templar Castle as a non-Templar always garnered looks. Kazi was an outsider. No armour and no sign of Christian faith and accompanied by Father Phillip.
Up the stairs to a tower in the south-east section, the Grand Draper, Sir Nicolas, and his office were in sight. Father Phillip sent him a smile.
"Try not to get too hammered by the hammers," Phillip joked.
"I'll do my best, old man. What's with the half-shaven beard though?"
"Finally! You were killing me by not asking! I did it for, well…no good reason."
"As if. You did it for the new kids, didn't you?"
"Ah, you got me!"
The last time they met up, Phillip informed him that the Grand Weaver was unable to complete his request. Jack's terror led the Grand Master to ordering a set of stronger armour for everyone. Rank did not matter, all were supposed to be delivered A-rank armour by three month's time.
