Arthur stands over his defeated foe, his sword pointed menacingly at the man's throat. The captor cowers before him, tears streaming down his face as he pleads for mercy. Arthur's chest heaves with ragged breaths, his heart still racing from the exertion of their battle.

For a moment, he wavers; the thirst for vengeance that has driven him so fiercely is replaced by a sudden sense of pity and disgust.

Arthur's grip on his sword loosens as he surveys the defeated man before him. He knows that vengeance will not bring back what was lost; it would only perpetuate the cycle of violence and hatred. With a sigh, he sheathes his weapon and bends down to offer the captor a hand up. "We're done here," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "The battle is over."

You collapse onto your bed, falling asleep almost instantly. In the midst of a dreamless slumber, you feel someone gently shake your shoulder. Blearily opening one eye, you see Master Knight Arthur standing over you. "Celia," he says softly, "I need to speak with you."

Frowning in confusion, you sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes. "Yes, Master Knight?"

Arthur: Arthur sits down on the edge of your bed, his expression serious but not unkind. "I've been watching you these past few days, Celia. I have to admit, I wasn't sure what to expect from having a woman in our ranks." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "What I saw today... It impressed me, Celia. You showed great skill and determination out there. I think you may have proven yourself to everyone here today - including me."