[i]Abram remained silent, as that swirling emblem of his tribulation would descend back into an ashy black color, beefier slowly turning back into it's regular grey shade. Finally, the crimson knight would release a muffled, dreary sigh from his greathelm.[/i] "...You would traverse all the way back for one such as I. I implore you to finish your quest, whatever it may be, ser Alexander. With or without my presence."