Upon hearing the word hero, it felt as if his whole body froze. He hadn't been called one in so long yet others were throwing away the title as if it meant nothing. His brow set stern, he made his approach toward the familiar voice. He thought of the worst, that Noel had failed and was brought here to right the wrongs done.

There was a bit of nostalgia that flitted his mind though that was in a past long ago that he would never see again. He pushed it aside and muscled through the memories to the present.

"You will come to expect that many will call you hero." Caius spoke with surety through his approaching steps from the shadows of the adjacent buildings. The black knight was anything but pleased.

Passersby gave quick glances toward Caius and quickly moved away. He stood out in the falling snow and he looked as cold as the ice forming on the awnings.