Tollivar Stout... He was a knight among knights, unsung hero among knights, whose ideals shaped the then young Reinhardt and made him the knight that he is right now.
In a way, the latter could be said to be his master and benefactor. Yes, Reinhardt expected to see his friend; however, the one lying on the bed, seemingly on his deathbed, looked nothing like the old friend he remembered.
The mountain of a man had changed into a skeletal figure, so thin and skinny that one cannot even distinguish him from a corpse.
"Hammer of Resolve, Tollivar Stout… my friend," Reinahrdt called out and sat on a dusty chair next to the bed. Seconds passed by, and after a while, the lips of the man moved, his throat quenched.
"Haha… It's been a long time since anybody called me by my class name. Who are you?" the man looked at him with his blurry eyes that had sunk into their sockets.
"It is I, Reinhardt, the young knight you saved".
