According to the tales his mother oft read him by candlelight, knights were valiant, honorable heroes who smote dragons, completed epic journies, and were generally noble and liked.
The reality, however, was proving yet again to be far different, as Martiallais Heuloix sipped tea, half-heartedly listening to Ser Fulax Baihond drone on about how the order of Ishgard's knights had 'changed so' from the times of 'his day'. While it wore a sheer veil of polite nicety, the Duskwight was well aware of what the man truly meant. Thankfully, he had learned to politely allow such and more to roll off his armor.
In truth, he'd arrived at the residence in order to obtain more information that could be helpful with the very investigation the Baihond family had requested. Their daughter's handmaiden, a hyur woman of low (by the Baihond's standards) birth, had recently gone missing. Unfortunately, when she was found, it was in the Brume, the light having left her eyes. Sad, but not as uncommon as one would believe. What made things more complex was the addition of information from another element that had the knight's mind twisting and turning.
The Roegadyn, called Steel Wolf. She was a mercenary, of sorts, someone he'd personally known in battle amid the frigid snows of Coerthas. "Crossing steel and drawing blood can tell you much and more of a person," he mused, halting his thoughts to offer a cursory nod, his contribution to a conversation that continued to carry on without much need for his input. According to Steel Wolf, however, the murder was more than simply a matter of one being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She had no solid evidence aside from whisperings and rumors, but all suggested that it had been a Temple Knight that committed the act. In nearly the same breath, she admitted to working with those called 'dark knights'. It was quite the conversation, to say the least.
Her involvement with the hedge knights and her admission of such was entirely unexpected. He bade her thank Halone that she'd spoken to him of such and not another knight as she'd likely have found the reception far cooler than that which he offered. That left him in his current precarious position. Given his own duties, knightly and otherwise, he could hardly be present to watch over her, not that she required much but the hedge knights...
Officially, they were regarded with disdain. They were to be hunted and put down in the name of order. Unofficially, Martiallais found more kinship with their goals than he wished to admit. Who would not wish justice to come for those who oft were untouchable by virtue of their birth or standing? It was a thought that he'd mulled over many an eve himself...
"Ser knight?"
His thoughts interrupted now that the noble sought more than a pair of ears, Martiallais looked up, offering a practiced smile and dip of his head. "Ah, my apologies." Martiallais leaned forward, settling his cup down on the table then rose to his feet, offering a bow. "Forgive me for rudeness, but I would not wish to take more of your time, my lord. I am certain you are quite busy, in these trying days. If you are able to recall any other pertinent information, please contact me."
- - - - -
With pleasantries exchanged Martiallais left the building, reaching up to rub the bridge of the nose with a sigh. "That was well and truly a-"
"Pardon me, ser knight?"
Turning at the call, he was greeted by the young Elezen woman who'd introduced herself as the lord's daughter. "Lady Ezelle, forgive me for departing so hastily I-"
"Did not wish to listen to my father's rants." She cut him off, offering a knowing nod. Giving a look about, she swept brown hair over her shoulder and lowered her voice. "I pray to Halone you find whoever did this to Martine. She more than some simple servant, she was my friend." Pausing allowed her to steel herself, though Martiallais provided an encouraging nod before she continued.
"I believe I know of one who mayhaps can offer more information."
The reality, however, was proving yet again to be far different, as Martiallais Heuloix sipped tea, half-heartedly listening to Ser Fulax Baihond drone on about how the order of Ishgard's knights had 'changed so' from the times of 'his day'. While it wore a sheer veil of polite nicety, the Duskwight was well aware of what the man truly meant. Thankfully, he had learned to politely allow such and more to roll off his armor.
In truth, he'd arrived at the residence in order to obtain more information that could be helpful with the very investigation the Baihond family had requested. Their daughter's handmaiden, a hyur woman of low (by the Baihond's standards) birth, had recently gone missing. Unfortunately, when she was found, it was in the Brume, the light having left her eyes. Sad, but not as uncommon as one would believe. What made things more complex was the addition of information from another element that had the knight's mind twisting and turning.
The Roegadyn, called Steel Wolf. She was a mercenary, of sorts, someone he'd personally known in battle amid the frigid snows of Coerthas. "Crossing steel and drawing blood can tell you much and more of a person," he mused, halting his thoughts to offer a cursory nod, his contribution to a conversation that continued to carry on without much need for his input. According to Steel Wolf, however, the murder was more than simply a matter of one being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She had no solid evidence aside from whisperings and rumors, but all suggested that it had been a Temple Knight that committed the act. In nearly the same breath, she admitted to working with those called 'dark knights'. It was quite the conversation, to say the least.
Her involvement with the hedge knights and her admission of such was entirely unexpected. He bade her thank Halone that she'd spoken to him of such and not another knight as she'd likely have found the reception far cooler than that which he offered. That left him in his current precarious position. Given his own duties, knightly and otherwise, he could hardly be present to watch over her, not that she required much but the hedge knights...
Officially, they were regarded with disdain. They were to be hunted and put down in the name of order. Unofficially, Martiallais found more kinship with their goals than he wished to admit. Who would not wish justice to come for those who oft were untouchable by virtue of their birth or standing? It was a thought that he'd mulled over many an eve himself...
"Ser knight?"
His thoughts interrupted now that the noble sought more than a pair of ears, Martiallais looked up, offering a practiced smile and dip of his head. "Ah, my apologies." Martiallais leaned forward, settling his cup down on the table then rose to his feet, offering a bow. "Forgive me for rudeness, but I would not wish to take more of your time, my lord. I am certain you are quite busy, in these trying days. If you are able to recall any other pertinent information, please contact me."
- - - - -
With pleasantries exchanged Martiallais left the building, reaching up to rub the bridge of the nose with a sigh. "That was well and truly a-"
"Pardon me, ser knight?"
Turning at the call, he was greeted by the young Elezen woman who'd introduced herself as the lord's daughter. "Lady Ezelle, forgive me for departing so hastily I-"
"Did not wish to listen to my father's rants." She cut him off, offering a knowing nod. Giving a look about, she swept brown hair over her shoulder and lowered her voice. "I pray to Halone you find whoever did this to Martine. She more than some simple servant, she was my friend." Pausing allowed her to steel herself, though Martiallais provided an encouraging nod before she continued.
"I believe I know of one who mayhaps can offer more information."
Martiallais Heuloix - Duty. Honor. Faith.
Armand Tremaux - Justice, like lightning.
"We're all snowflakes in a great blizzard." - Virara 2017
Armand Tremaux - Justice, like lightning.
"We're all snowflakes in a great blizzard." - Virara 2017
