In the streets of Hornvein, The Bronze Knight Captain walked down, seeing the people go along with their day. To him, they seemed like their usual self, cheery and jovial, something that neither him nor any other soldier had questioned one bit. The only one that knew something was up was none other than Gabriel, but he never cared to point it out.
Ortheon reached the corner of a street, looking around, as if looking for someone. He frowned as a group of his fellow soldiers, clad in bronze leather armor, walked up to him.
"Ser?" one of them asked, "Something the matter?"
"Hm...." Ortheon said as he turned around, scanning the surroundings, "That's odd."
"What is?" a soldier asked
