“The vows?” Argen looked to the elder.
“A Cavalier takes four vows: To protect the lands of men, to stand vigilant against chaos, to safeguard the secrets of the rift, and to seek balance in all things,” Steven replied, brushing dust from his coat.
“But, Cavaliers are good.” The younger mused.
“Many people see us as such. To some we are a thorn in the foot. We seek only balance, justice and peace. It is not about good or evil,” a smile dawned on Steven’s face.
Argen considered his master’s words as they rode. Becoming a Cavalier was not easy.
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