With the anti-aging treatments, I figure we’ve both got at least
another two centuries of virile young studhood ahead of us!
I awoke and prepared myself, my assigned valet dressing me
in the ceremonial armor for the High Mass that I was to attend.
It was heavy, gleaming, powerful, expensive. I would not own any
like it until after my first sacks as a Templar, and even then I
would wear it rarely. I was girt with a weapon that favored me;
clean of line, yet not bright of blade. A bright blade is soon
to rust, and then must be cleaned; this scouring often harming
the blade’s integrity.