"As long as your mentor will not impede our actions, your privacy will be respected," Lancelot nodded and looked towards the next squad member, "your turn, Ivendell... Sir?"
"Yes, I am indeed of noble birth, just like you." The usually somber Holy Warrior slowly spoke, his voice reluctant, "About my past... may I not speak of it?"
"Everyone has a past they wish not to recall, and perhaps with more trust between us, you will change your current mindset." Lancelot shrugged indifferently, "But there are some questions I still hope you can clarify for everyone. Are you... still a Holy Warrior?"
"I do not know." Ivendell's aged, wrinkled face revealed a bitter smile, "Is one still a Holy Warrior when he can no longer uphold his oath?"
"What was your oath?" Tijana suddenly asked, her voice carrying a particular interest.
"The Oath of the Crown." Ivendell looked at the mysterious lady with black hair with some surprise, "You seem to know much about Holy Warriors, Madam."