One day when I woke up on my bedroll inside my tent, I felt the icy cold air making my old limbs stiff and full of pain. While stepping out of the tent and watching the endless grey sky above was a depressing sight and clowded the mind. Not even the crackling fire on the ground could warm me up. This could turn up to be a good day to think about the past, the past of once being a Knights Templar, living in Templewood, fight for justice, defending the innocent and defeating the evil. Atleast this allways gave me a warm feeling inside and a smile on my lips. But this was the past, long time ago