Philippa found herself standing resolute before a group of Lazarist knights afflicted with the scourge of leprosy. The air was heavy with the scent of flesh and blood, as the remnants of a once-mighty army gathered in a courtyard, their spirits dampened by the ravages of their ailment.
The courtyard of the Lazarist stronghold provided a stark backdrop to this scene, with weathered stones bearing witness to the trials endured by its inhabitants. The knights, their armor tarnished and their faces concealed by the shadows of their hoods, hesitated as Philippa addressed them with a fiery determination in her eyes.
Draped in a flowing gown that mirrored the colors of the sunset, Philippa addressed the knights with unwavering conviction.