Ryker knelt down on one knee with his head bowed in prayer before the large marble alter to The Father that graced the front of the cathedral. He wore armor from his days in The Queens private guard, a beautifully polished metallic plate armor set. The chest piece sported the emblem of a stags head that looked outward, with majestic antlers that sprouted up from its skull. He rested his heavy gauntlets on the hilt of his longsword that was in its forest green scabbard. He had a long flowing cloak that hung off his back of the same color. The hood of his cloak was drawn down revealing all of his facial features as he prayed deeply to The Father. His dark brown hair was cut short like a soldier and his face was covered with a meticulously trimmed beard. His nose was narrow and olive skin rough from days out in the field.

A loud, clattering knock at the cathedral door interrupted Rykers concentration. He opened his deep hazel eyes and turned his attention quickly towards the sound.