<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">It was always a nervous time when the knight-commander gathered the Knights into the meeting hall. It was either to celebrate a well deserved success or to announce one of their own has fallen in the service of the order. It was sadly the latter. She knew Westley well from her time as a Knight. A good man with a kind heart. He would be missed.<br/><br/>As her name was called out she turned to face Knight-commander Elisabeth Marsden, placing her hands behind her back and nodding once towards her commander accepting her orders. "At your request Commander. I shall bring him home with haste." The next thirty minutes was quiet, calm and somber. Each member taking quiet reflection on what Westley meant to them. Another thirty minutes and she was ready to set out to the morgue and retrieve Westley. </span></span></div>