Galahad's armor stood still without his owner in the small room. It was a thing of both beauty and terror, its gleaming metal plates reflecting the warm light from the wall sconces. The intricate network of tubes and cables wound around it like veins, power coursing through them like lifeblood, making sure the armor had its energy at its full capacity.

There was something majestic about it, standing in the middle of the small room, dominating its surroundings. Though the craftsmanship was unmistakable, the armor itself was eerily silent.

Prezzo, near the armor, was a man of equal parts kindness and ferocity, fairly tall with a dark beard and mustache with flecks of grey. He wore a red bandanna over his head. Easily over six feet, his broad shoulders and strong arms are a testament to his strength.

He looked around, making sure the armor was sufficiently disguised and protected. After he made sure everything was in place, carefully draped the armor with clothes to conceal its advanced technology, he closed the door of the room, sliding a reinforced door made of thick metal.

Prezzo lived in a humble house near Mostauk, in a settlement that catered to caravans looking to restock their supplies, all under Lord Mortis's grip. He was a drug dealer, contrabandist, and general good guy. But he knew he would be in trouble if anyone knew about the armor. Scrappers and raiders were a plague in that area.

The walls were constructed from rough bricks, and the minimal furniture consisted mainly of crates or barrels. Scattered everywhere, weapons, armor, vials, pieces of junk, metal, and different kinds of devices, piled up in a corner, forgotten.

As Prezzo covered the entrance to the hidden room moving shelves, he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility and pride. He knew the value of the relic within those walls, a powerful symbol of hope and protection for Camelot.

No one could tamper with the Dust Knight armor. Its advanced technology was specifically bound to the DNA of its wearer, ensuring that only a true Dust Knight could wield its power. And Galahad was one of the finest. Prezzo left, entering one of the few bedrooms of his house, eyes filled with concern as he looked at Galahad.

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The albino knight's complexion was muscular. His pale skin bore the scars of countless battles fought in the name of justice and honor. Tall and fit, he wore the undersuit of his armor beneath layers of rags and tattered clothing, effectively disguising the Hi-Tech equipment he carried.

Prezzo knew that such advanced technology could draw unwarranted attention in the lawless lands of the Far West. If discovered, Galahad's mission could be compromised and even be put in danger.

"Remember, Galahad," Prezzo cautioned, his voice tinged with worry. "Your appearance as an albino may arouse suspicion in the Far Westlands. People are used to seeing signs of the Withering, but your curse... Although nobody cares about anyone else in these desolate lands, they have a way of remembering an albino."

Galahad met Prezzo's gaze with steadfast determination, his voice carrying a hint of conviction.

"My skin is not a result of the Withering, Prezzo. There are other reasons behind my appearance."

"Maybe your curse is your kindness. And that is worse than crying blood here," Prezzo said, his voice low and contemplative.

He checked Galahad's clothing to ensure it was appropriate for the Far Westlands' harsh environment.

"The rags and the clothes are just something regular. Your undersuit... try not to show it. If they see something Hi-Tech, they will come after you."

"I can handle some ruffians," Galahad replied confidently, adjusting the layers of clothing.

"One thing is ruffians, the other one is Lord Mortis spies. People know that kind of Hi-Tech only comes from Camelot, and only lords can afford that in this wretched land. Maybe they inform someone else… and perhaps that someone is Lord Mortis," Prezzo warned.

"As I have heard, he is busy with experiments. Also, I was told about the holographic map he has," Galahad replied, his expression serious.

"We couldn't collect much. The information he has probably means that Mortis is looking for something dangerous, and we don't know what. We only managed to discover that laboratory near Highpoint, but he might have unearthed something even more powerful, not a cure, but worse: a way to destroy everyone," Prezzo added, deep concern etched on his face.

"I know. He still resents what happened to his family. Their kids are still safe in Camelot. But if he gets ahold of a cure, a war might break," Galahad said, reflecting on the dire consequences of Lord Mortis gaining control over advanced technology.

Prezzo sighed, his voice filled with weariness.

"This world is tired of war."