A golden armored man arrives.

A flag bearing the symbol of the church of lathander is planted above a hill overlooking myth drannor.
A man in golden armor is plainly visible holding the pole on which the flag flutters upon.

Any one with a keen sight would note this is a familiar paladin who is very much alive.

*Rather begrudgingly, Ardylan returns to Myth Drannor from a day spent in the forest in order to pick up supplies. As he nears this hill, he spots a large flag fluttering in the sunlight and cold winter wind. He stops to stare at it a moment, then looks to the armored individual holding the flagpole.*

"There is only one person I know who is so.... yellow."

*As he looks upon the scene on the hill, his eyes narrow, his brow furrows, and his lips curve down into a distinctive frown. Long gone was the smirk that usually graced his face - the hardships of the past few days had taken their toll.*

"Nothing but a cruel joke played by the gods that a Shadovar-coddling lunkhead was brought back, but Lanius wasn't."

*After buying some healing supplies and scrolls from the merchants around the city, Ardylan stuffs them in his bag and stomps off out of the city. He keeps a hand on the hilt of his blade as he walks, looking over his shoulder every now and then as if he expected the gaudy yellow knight to appear behind him at any moment to strike.*

"Paladins." *He mutters to himself bitterly, almost spitting out the word.*

"Its still not right. It will never be right..."

*alfie notices the figure, narrows his eyes with a subtle smile*
- Ill be....damned...he made it! he made back! He be alive!

*scratchis his head remembering the dark time, with a shame and loss of pride in his face*