|If you really want to; I guess. Why not?|
I fought, wept and bled for God and the Order. I would have died for my Templar brothers, every single one.|
And how do they reward my piety, my devotion? They exile me to the land of the damned. To Wraeclast.
I know now that my brethren are merely God's tools. He has given me this path to walk, so I shall muster my strength and my power... and my faith.
It is my shield against the darkness to come.