The Monastery was a welcoming sight to Leithlen, Ozuno and Tojo as they returned from their latest duties of preserving the peace outside of Himmelsberg's walls. The snow drifts were piled high upon the ramparts and sparkled in the waxing moon, creating a luminous aura around the keep. Tojo was reminded of the first time he approached the Monastery's gates, as a Ronin far from what was his home, cold and weary. He had learned so much since then and said a quick prayer thanking the Lord for delivering him to this sanctuary in these war-torn lands.
Once inside and warming beside the hearth the three companions recounted their journey to the other members of the guard and gave them the latest news from the surrounding villages. Tojo made it a point to recognize both archers in their marksmanship on the battlefield, both of which had saved his life with an arrow from afar. As the fire died out and the members of the guard left for their beds Tojo stayed out alone to meditate on the recent successes the Holy Guard was having in Calradia. He could feel the beams of the rising suns first light on his cheeks as he meditated. He cracked a smile to himself as a thought that crossed his mind... could this be the new dawn of the Holy Guard?
