Thomas found himself in full armor again, all but his helmet. The silver metal gleamed in the sun, new as the day he first received it from the Order. He took a brief moment to admire it, holding his forearms up to inspect them, his padded gauntlets making him feel as though he had the strength of a dozen men.<br/><br/>His attention was idly directed towards the waterfall then, that dull roar soothing to him. He wasn't nearly as tired as he remembered having been..and in this place, things seemed almost hopeful. He silently chastised himself for worrying so much. Thing would be fine. Dana would preserve the realm as she always had.<br/><br/>His boots tread lightly on soft grass as he began to make his way towards a particularly thick, old-looking tree. Everything here was magnificent in its beauty, a place similar to the paradise the Chosen were promised. Is that what this place was?<br/><br/>No, he was still alive. He looked around, running gloved fingers through his dark hair. He seemed to alone here.