Templar Chamber

After many years spent in the Crusades, he returns home weary and looking for a place to clear his mind and once again thinks of those he left behind and what the future may hold.

He recalls the whisper of snow across the woods, the warmth of the fire, the slow passing of winter days. He squeezes his eyes tight, empties his mind, breathes and sends up a prayer.

His rudimentary chamber is cold, open to the winds and awaiting his return. In his mind a pattern slowly grows, drawn in light on stone; the Cross.