[@PrinceAlexus]Ayel [@SpicyMeatball] Kat & [@PrinceAlexus] Adonis

[color=goldenrod][u][h2]Aliseth[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Murder scene[/COLOR]
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Before the man's reply, a woman approached the gruesome sight, not with horror or disgust but with caution and curiosity. Aliseth watched, frozen in disbelief as she knelt down near him and seemed to, with interest in her brown eyes, examine the dead man.

He studied her features intently, trying to determine if he was supposed to know her. As her prayer fades away he carries on. Words soft, barely above a whisper. 
[colour=goldenrod]"Does this not bother you? What sort of priest are you?"[/colour] Were his next questions as he sought some level of understanding. Understanding was something Aliseth was greatly lacking in right now. 

His attention goes back to the man clad in similar fashioned armour. At mention of his own bloody hands he looked down at them as if only now just noticing. Closing his hands into fists as resolution filled his eyes, he stood up tall. 

[colour=goldenrod]"I'm sorry. I will aid how ever I can. But... I do not remember what happened here... and I do not deliberately withhold my name. I, I just can't remember it."[/colour]

He let Lord Coswain address a seemingly confused nobleman as he once again retreated into his mind, wading through the mud.
[colour=goldenrod]"It was a blightborn attack!"[/colour] He suddenly blurts our. [colour=goldenrod]"Myself and."[/colour] He looks to the headless body. [colour=goldenrod]"this man."[/colour] The ache of not knowing his name evident in his voice. [colour=goldenrod]"we were.... I think we were on duty. We were protecting someone."[/colour] he says as he slowly pieces things together.

His eyes run over the scene, searching for more clues, for more memories. Then realisation struck his face. [colour=goldenrod]"By the divine moon, the princess!"[/colour] He suddenly exclaims. [colour=goldenrod] "We [b]have[/b] to find the princess and make sure she is ok!"[/colour] Urgency flood his voice, his deep seeded sense of duty calling him to action. Instantly he was wound up and ready to go. But, he didn't know where to direct this focus or where she had ran off to, only that he [b]had[/b] to find her and make sure she was safe. His job and duty was the only identity he had and he cling tightly to it. Fearing he had already failed her once he was desperate to find her well, hoping she would be able to tell him more about what happened and who he was.

In no time he found the freshest tracks in the snow leaving the circle of ice and began to follow. [colour=goldenrod]"This way! After we secure her highness then I shall go to the captain."[/colour]