After Verion, Cylus had been contacted by the Warriors of Farest many times. They had heard of what he’d done during the Great War, word of his slaying the demon had reached their ears. Cylus of course, being that he craves not honor but redemption, he has no desire for battle lust but for forgiveness, declined their call as many times as it came until, at last, they halted. 

Cylus felt that for years he did the duty of the Warriors, their duty to protect the people from all threats, not just demons. Most feel that they don’t even do their duty in eliminating demons and use it for the purpose of gaining fame and honor. Cylus would have none of it. 

“The Warriors of Farest abandoned their honor when they failed to save Verion!” He had told the last messenger before the man had left. Just afterward, Cylus had sat and whispered to himself, “[i]So did I.[/i]” and took another swig of brandy. The Colted Foal was the inn he had lived in for his first few months in Astoria, he’d been taken in by these people and given a home. During this time, Astoria was home to many refugee’s. Cylus never wanted his location to reach military ears, they’d either label him a deserter or promote him to a high position, the former was most likely. 

Now he found himself with Valeria’s Head in Martel’s home. He’d been eating, but as Cylus entered Martel took the plate presumably so they could talk. She had such a pretty and humble home, by far he most valuable possession was her table upon which this nobleman ate. 

As Cylus asked the man the question, “How does the head of the House of Valeria find himself in a town such as Astoria?” the man began looking around quite confused, the old man had repeated the question and the noble man began splitting nonsense. He jumped up, seeming to realize something suddenly, began out the door and collapsed. As he did so, Martel let out a small scream. 

"Edward!" Cylus called into the house from where the man had collapsed. "Help me carry this man to The Colted Foal." Edward had stumbled out if the house, he'd hit his knee as he jumped up. "I'd like a word with him when he wakes." Together they lifted him and carried the man to the inn and the old man rented him a room.