Coffee...

And the crusader sit quietly in his room... sipping the bold and aromatic arabian coffee, while wondering what awaits him in the evening.

Only fear, lives in his heart. It's ironic. It's like a subtle calmness.... heavily laced with the elements of fear. Reminding him of the Burgsee he once visited in Teutonic Germany, calm black water tainted with Norse tales of black dragon living beneath it, stirring fear and uneasiness.

Fight on, young knight. For glory awaits at the sight of the Holy Grail.