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"You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right." – Maya Angelou

Saturday, 31st October 1192 AD

-Jerusalem 

In a blacksmith's shop in the Christian Quarter.

The sound of red-hot iron sizzling in the water tub filled the shop as the blacksmith cooled the metal he was working on. In the background was the continuous sound of hammers falling on the anvil as the blacksmiths' apprentices went about their assigned duties.

Yosef and Commander Gallo Francis had returned to the blacksmith to check on the progress of their commissioned weapons and other ironware. This was the last task on their to-do list before they started their journey westwards to Jaffa when they received the pilgrim's treasure and the Holy Relic. 

It was only six days away from that appointed day.

"Hello knights, welcome once again," the blacksmith greeted them as he picked up the iron from the water tub.