artist: ratatatat74, An old knight, sitting in a clear opening. He has stern eyes that look tired from violence, short hair that turned white so long ago no one could say whether age or fear did it. The man is looking at the viewer with solemn dignity, as if preparing to say words he rehearsed long ago. He wears an old, but well-maintained brigandine, the brigandine is patches up in several places. The man holds an immaculate longsword across his lap. The blade is glinting in the sunlight. The golden guard has intricate protruding shapes of roses and thorns. The thorns seem numerous, but avoid the wielder's hand. The man's hand is resting on the sword hilt affectionately. The last rays of the evening sun shine over the scene, their light reflecting from the blade. Solemn melancholic atmosphere, dark red evening light.
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