"A-A princess would do nicely.. yes, of course. A princess, in long, drooping robes and a shining crown upon her little head.." [i]Samantha seemed.. appropriately amazed by the sound of a princess, while the expression upon her face transformed from a welcoming smile to then a wild, recognizing grin. The idea that she could protect and serve a princess seemed to be a familiar thought to her, though she clearly approved of it nonetheless.[/i] "This will be no church for.. eldritch monstrosities," [i]The Executioner would say wildly, kneeling down as she would scoop up a shining object from the cracked, bloodied flooring. She clasped it gently in one gloved hand. A crumpled crown that the pastor of the church once wore over his head, of a gilded silver material, but ruined and shattered after being crushed by a heavy boot.[/i] [i]Yet Samantha held a certain fondness for the object.[/i] "Oh.." [i]She murmured, before then rising up, balancing her hammer upon the shattered flooring with one hand as she stared down at the forgotten sigil in her other, previously spare palm. Through the bloodied mask that she wore for a faceplate, Eredrin could see her light blue eyes stare down at the sad thing, yet Samantha's head would then turn to the foreign woman then. She crumbled the fragile crown into cracked pieces of thin metal, throwing it's showering remains to the side as she gripped her hammer tightly with both of her hands, before she kneeled down before Eredrin.[/i] "I am Samantha, first and only knightess of.. my princess, and this cathedral! Except I.. haven't found a princess."