Reimian Empire

Seliad carefully picked up the helmet from the table. His hands almost betrayed him with a slight tremor, but with a determined effort, he overcame himself and the oppressive atmosphere of the place. He had witnessed death many times, whether in battle or during an execution, but this time, for some reason, it felt different.
"Don't let your imagination run wild. Whatever happens, stay calm. Nothing might even happen."
His mind cleared, and Seliad placed the helmet on the priest.