“Heavenly Father, guide my sword.” Jeanne’s prayer echoes faintly in a dim chamber of the Citadel. “Let me find victory, and bring relief to this suffering land.” The rattling of chainmail joins her prayer, as newly donned hauberk falls down her fire-scarred forearms. “May I not be tempted by evil, and lead me—”

Her quiet prayer is broken by the roaring laughter of one of the Gnarlfur Raiders a chamber over. She exhales, before continuing.

“Lead me to offer compassion to those who transgress against me, as you have forgiven my transgressions.”

She sits, fingers trailing across her rosary; the beads hand-crafted from battlefield scraps gathered during her time serving Nastralund. She breaks from her prayers as Concan knocks a gauntleted hand against the stone archway.

“Lady Jeanne, we depart in a quarter-candle. Shall I help with your cuirass?”

She turns to face the grizzled Kyrie and nods.

“I have trained many knights, Lady Jeanne,” Concan muses while fastening the armored plates. “Many seeking glory, heroism, even a few pious such as yourself. And yet, while I can drill stances or swordcraft into any who would seek my training, they pick up swords for their own reasons, and it is their hearts that truly guide them.”

“Hearts can be deceiving, my lord.”

The Kyrie smiles. “Perhaps. The hearts of several of my other knights certainly were… passionate in their disagreement with our new mission. But you agreed to join without a single complaint. And no matter how many times our allies from Utgar deride you for your size, you still stand taller than them. You aid their wounded and protect them when outflanked. What leads you to do these things without uttering so much as a heated word?”

Jeanne measures her reply. “My lord, I seek redemption for all. If we can befriend even our oldest enemies, then perhaps this redemption can bring lasting peace.”

Concan nods, impressed by the resolve of his pupil.

“Then let us be redeemers.”

Jeanne D'Arc is available in the Paragons of the New Alliance army expansion!