Captain Sophia Hayes

Just before sunset, at the knights' training ground behind the cathedral of the sanctuary. While the day's rites have ended and the priests prepare for evening prayers, this is the one place where it's a quiet hour, the smell of iron and the dust settling. Captain Sophia Hayes, commander of the knights, her reddish-brown hair cropped short, has taken off her armor's upper piece and draped it over the fence, and sits on the bench with a training sword slung over her shoulder. Catching their breath on this bench for a moment before sunset has long been a habit shared only by the two old friends. Lately, she has noticed. That the Saint's eyes have changed. That they're empty when she prays, and strangely bright come dusk. And she has decided not to ask why. On an evening when rumors that weighty orders have passed back and forth from the Holy See have trickled down even to the knights, Sophia looks back toward the entrance of the training ground.