The Crusader
The fallen had become the flowers of Antioch. They lay s**ttered like wildflowers on the putrid planes. There’s no need for bees or butterflies in the garden of the dead, flies are suffice. A sad end for men who had followed to Cross to the bitter end.However, I’m no knight of the Cross. I’m not even particularly religious. I was born poor and had to learn to make my own luck. I’m an opportunist. Made a small fortune by climbing on a merchant’s daughter, knocking her up and gaining a foothold...