![[Image: mC28BA.png]](https://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/91x100q90/673/mC28BA.png)
The words of the Azure Falcon brought forth contempt to my mind. Hypocrisy, was the first word that grew in my mind as she scorned my very path. My own colors were disgraced. Despite my previous aiding...she rejected my views - no signs of gratitude. Why did I expect otherwise?
The finishing touch, a voyage to the goldsmith's guild to have this armor modified once more. It held the color partially, but my true colors had to be revealed. My family's colors, were worn with honor, but I would rather not bring their coat of arms into further disgrace. My own heart cries out and tells me that I will be obliged to carry responsibility to the colors I wear.
Gold, is the color that I desired. Its meaning; wisdom, compassion, optimism, triumph...
Perhaps it was my own pride willing to express itself, but tis a color that I relate myself mostly. Once altered, I shall wear these new colors and have them blessed in the Twelve's sanctum.
Yet, a question once rose. Why don the armor of the Sultansworn? Is that not behind me now? I am but a knight-errant, truly, but I cannot forsake what I once was. Despite what Anelia said the eve before, I was a Sultansworn and I shall not so easily relinquish this fact.
I shall don this armor with grace, and pride.
