He had seen the sunrise almost everyday for many years, and each one was as beautiful, and breathtaking as the last, the thought that at anytime he might be called on by Dira to give his life really instilled a sense of awe in the simple things in life. From the sun rise, to the fog that rolled in from the bay. He was lost in thought, but Nix's words easily cut through, an unusual feat for most people.
"The sunrises have a differant meaning, when you have to earn them." He said it softly, almost mornfully, but no bitterness or malice lined the words, he was just stating a simple thought. He loved the city, and all of the people that lived here, it was his job to fight for the freedom of the people, so they didnt have to.
She asked him about his knighthood, he never thought it would be so obvious, but he guessed the sword would give it away. "Well, I'm not exactly a Knight," he chuckled lightly, as they walked through the city as it slowly awoke, "I'm still just a squire, a knight in training." Richard knew the city well, and he had often seen many other armed warriors inside the walls. These are violent times, and it never hurt to have the skills to fight.
They reached the gates, he was several mintutes later than usual, but not enough to be a bother, he bantered quickly with the guards, and walked out of the gate. Even just outside the gate the world felt differant, less stuffy, with fresher air, this was the moment he ejoyed the most in his mornings, "I was wondering what the brand was on your arm, Nix." he stated quietly, not with anger or hate, but with concern and curisoity. He had his thoughts about its orgin, but he wanted to be sure.