A Knight in the Streets.

With the recent slowing of donations, Vincent has more time to spend his time in the streets. Though he always has some paperwork with him, trying to keep records of what materials are being spent where, how much gold is being used for what, and the like. But when he's not doing any official paperwork, or aiding the town in general where he can, he can be seen wandering the streets. Those with a good reading of people could tell he's not the happiest during these reflecting walks, his expression shows happiness but something in his eyes reads quite the opposite.

His hands behind his back, and his eyes gazing over the town, the various work being done and the overall state of the place. The Knight seems to just be observing during his walks, thinking deeply and letting the sounds of the town fill his mind as he does so. At times he'd stop at certain spots that bring back memories, lingering for quite some time and when he does depart the spot he'd let out a saddened sigh before moving on. Eventually, the large plated Paladin makes his way to the top of Old Skull Hill, where he and Thanatar first encountered and clashed steel. A single hand goes to rest on his abdomen, overlooking the town. During his reflection on the hill, a single tear rolls down his cheek as he mumbles to himself.

"Just not the same without you, Krysdan.."