Knights of Tezoth

- Ooo... - says Lester, putting on his sunglasses at the moment of Margel's fall, which happened during yet another sparring session with his squire, where he was trying to forge his character. - That's not a very good sign. We're going to have to work hard. Do you know anything about this? I know you do. Come on, spill it, - his mind drifts off toward the upcoming trials. - It's strange, of course, that Aconia allows this. She warms us and takes care of us, doesn't she? And yet here we are, breaking the foundations of faith in her, - his hand grabs the cross on his neck. - Do the gods really not care what happens on earth?