An audible ‘zipping’ sound could be heard as Brave finished putting on his clothes and inspected himself in the mirror of his inn room.  People could say what they wanted about the Forgotten Knight, but the rustic accommodations were appreciated by him at least.  The small hearth in his room, the choice of wood to be burned (some kind of pine… it had to be), to the smells of food and spirits coming from the tavern below. When the call for aid came from Ishgard though, it was almost like a flashback to years past.  He couldn’t help but think of how this all suddenly came to be, the desire to become a dragoon, the need to fight the Dravinian Horde, so many things that were once impossible now leading back to a childish dream and becoming a reality. Â
More importantly though, it was the hardwork that he accomplished in his past as well as his (for the most part) good service to the Maelstrom that helped him get here, as well as land his new line of work.  Brave looked at himself in the Mirror again.  The Ironworks uniform certainly looked fancy.  The material it was made of felt like nothing else he’d ever worn before.  The attire ‘breathes well’ to quote the quartermaster.  To this day he still didn’t quite follow how that description applied to clothing, but he knew that if he wanted to even remotely fit in with Garlond’s team, he’d at least have to copy the vernacular of the quartermaster.  Bringing his mind back to the present, he admired the craftsmanship while trying to get over how ‘unique’ it looked.  The blue, white, silver, black and orange emblem left a ‘colorful’ appearance compared to his other choices in armor.  He was already missing his red and blacks of Maelstrom but he could not deny the craftsmanship of the garb.
“It sure is snug though…†he thought to himself as he twisted from side to side, taking another moment to also look over the weapon they provided him.  Leaving the shield and sword behind for something more akin to his great axe felt right.  Brave had been wanting to try out these ‘great swords’ that some of Ishgard’s more offensive oriented knights were favoring.  The heft alone accompanied by the long grip just felt like he could do a great deal more punishment with the blade.  He honestly expected something a little more functional looking  and less decorative considering the reputation that Cid Garlond had acquired for his airships.  The weapon however matched his armor almost completely… Garlond certainly had a way with keeping his men looking “uniform†with one another, that’s for sure.  Brave only wished that he didn’t stick out like such a sore thumb here.  At least his work with the Ironworks was a promising step forward in terms of work he’d been hired on to do.  It may not have been ‘the Knight of Ishgard’ he’d hoped to be, but was a welcome change from caravan duty, as well as the accursed voidsent he’d been dealing with in the Coral Sea before he left their number.
Putting his best foot forward, Brave left the Forgotten Knight, beginning his journey in the land that had once barred him from entering.
More importantly though, it was the hardwork that he accomplished in his past as well as his (for the most part) good service to the Maelstrom that helped him get here, as well as land his new line of work.  Brave looked at himself in the Mirror again.  The Ironworks uniform certainly looked fancy.  The material it was made of felt like nothing else he’d ever worn before.  The attire ‘breathes well’ to quote the quartermaster.  To this day he still didn’t quite follow how that description applied to clothing, but he knew that if he wanted to even remotely fit in with Garlond’s team, he’d at least have to copy the vernacular of the quartermaster.  Bringing his mind back to the present, he admired the craftsmanship while trying to get over how ‘unique’ it looked.  The blue, white, silver, black and orange emblem left a ‘colorful’ appearance compared to his other choices in armor.  He was already missing his red and blacks of Maelstrom but he could not deny the craftsmanship of the garb.
“It sure is snug though…†he thought to himself as he twisted from side to side, taking another moment to also look over the weapon they provided him.  Leaving the shield and sword behind for something more akin to his great axe felt right.  Brave had been wanting to try out these ‘great swords’ that some of Ishgard’s more offensive oriented knights were favoring.  The heft alone accompanied by the long grip just felt like he could do a great deal more punishment with the blade.  He honestly expected something a little more functional looking  and less decorative considering the reputation that Cid Garlond had acquired for his airships.  The weapon however matched his armor almost completely… Garlond certainly had a way with keeping his men looking “uniform†with one another, that’s for sure.  Brave only wished that he didn’t stick out like such a sore thumb here.  At least his work with the Ironworks was a promising step forward in terms of work he’d been hired on to do.  It may not have been ‘the Knight of Ishgard’ he’d hoped to be, but was a welcome change from caravan duty, as well as the accursed voidsent he’d been dealing with in the Coral Sea before he left their number.
Putting his best foot forward, Brave left the Forgotten Knight, beginning his journey in the land that had once barred him from entering.
