Honestly if I could my home of Wales, in the ruins of a castle besieged by fallen and in the hall litters of graves with fallen and human weapons used as grave stones surrounding a lone soon to be chosen guardian kneeling with a impaled by a spear in his metal body, a handcannon dropped to the ground in front of him and my guardian leaning against a sword who never fell to the ground. Sounds cheesy? Probably but to me that sounds bad*ss.