<b>Devnator<br/>
Harbor, Dimhaven</b><br/><br/>Commanding bellows filled the air as sailors scrambled to fulfill the bosun's wishes, as a small merchant vessel neared the port of Dimhaven. Below deck where the bosun's shouts were dampened Gideon had finished gingerly putting on his armor once more, between the sounds footwork above him, he swore he could hear the lively city of Dimhaven or perhaps it was the ghost of what Loch Delmorr once sounded like all those years ago. He could imagine the smell of salted meats being haul into stands, the chatter of merchants as they wrangled prices with would-be customers and a feeling of crowdedness only a market place could give.<br/><br/><br/>He had only vaguely recall, a time where he had to kneel before a man he scarcely knew and swear an oath to him that he would protect the weak, fight the demonic and maintain the honor of the Sol Knights, a time when Gideon was eager to please both the order and more importantly his father. He tried to live up to those expectations, the price of his battle was clear but no longer could he say for certain that he would not stain the honor of his brothers and sisters-in-arms.<br/>The man could feel the merchant vessel slow to a halt, drawing him away from the brief journey his mind had wandered. It hadn't been easy to convince the captain of the ship to allow him on board, most likely because of his armor or perhaps his face. Maybe even  both. Regardless the captain relented though he did not ask Gideon's identity only that he keep his word that he did not belong to demon worshipers and that he was indeed a knight of Sol. Other than that, Gideon had little contact with the crew, aside from meals he was left to his own muses.<br/><br/>Once off the vessel, Gideon donned his helm once more and looked about, he made sure that a cloth had been wrapped around the blade of his spear, making sure that it didn't cause any incidents while he looked for a guide to the main halls of the Sol Knights.<br/>As he looked about Gideon choose to speak to a dock worker, surely he'd know. "Pardon me sir, perhaps you could aid me, I seek the home of the Sol Knights, it has been many years since I was anointed knight here and I wish to pay my respects to those who trained me. It's been so long since I began that I've forgotten where to go."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>