[i]Slowly creaking open, a woman bearing a suit of armor stood behind the wooden gates, having to look up at the returning giant, the one that her father had aligned himself with so long ago. The knightess's armor was gleaming with a hardlight shield surrounding it, the gold underneath the shielding covered in frost and snow. The chestplate was decorated with bright red rubies, forming a necklace-like formation of the precious jewels. Her helmet was shaped like the growling head of a lion, the golden teeth bared as if it hungered for action, a bright red plums protruding from the back of the helmet. In the dragonslaying knightess's right hand was a seven foot six inch long gold and steel spear, the tip only slightly flickering with electricity. The knightess began making her way towards the giant of a man, recognizing him from the stories that her very father had told her of... She spoke at last, and although her voice was muffled by the raging blizzard winds and the lion helm, one could still hear her light, young voice speak.[/i] "You...You are Balthazar, one of my father's oldest friends...you remember Ornstein, the Captain of the Knights of Gwyn, and...Nora, of the Blue Flame...do you not?"