You never quit cRPG, I think we all know that by now.
Never been a truer statement my comrades
A loud knock comes at the doors of the monastery. The last rays of the sun shine through the parapets of the walls creating long shadows. The guards moved to investigate the noise cautiously. Upon opening the doors though there was no one and nothing to be seen. Hamlicar looks to Ithran confused
"what was that?" he said softly taking a step outside to look When above them they heard a voice call out
"I see you two still aren't all that observant." Ithran looks up as a cloaked figure drops from above almost on top of him forcing him to the ground with a loud yell. Hamlicar runs up with his weapon drawn but instead of screams of pain he hears laughter.
"W-What is the meaning of this?!" He yells out as the man stands up. He is tall and his tunic proudly displays the banner of the Archangel, though more worn then most, and he pulls his black hood back to reveal a man large smile. A smile so warm he can't help but grin ear to ear "Artanis?!" He yells and drops his weapon to embrace his old friend. Ithran quickly gets to his feet with a laugh and begins to pat his friend on the back
"Artanis? I can hardly believe it is you. Where have you been?! What have you been doing? Why gone so long?" He was happy, confused, and didn't know what to say or how to say it. By now other have walked out to investigate the commotion. There were many faces some old but many new though he didn't have time to meet them all just yet when he finally broke away from his friends he said softly
"Where is the archon? He will be wanting to see me I'm sure"