From the introduction:
Ah, they finally send me an Agent of the Crusades! A Knights Templar! How...wonderful. Yet, so young and weak. What formless putty have they sent?
No, I cannot train one so weak as you. Be gone from my house! You shall not stink up my air with your frail breath.
Wait! I see something in your eyes. A strength. An ancient will, stronger...perhaps...than bone or muscle. Maybe...hmm...
Yes! It is decided then. We shall let fate decide. If you can make it through the training, then you will prove you can be one of our elite number. That you can be named in tales around the fire in rough peasant's huts. That you will hold the Clamoring Darkness at bay with your strength of will and a Very Large Sword.
But, mark me, it will not be easy. Listen! It cannot be easy! For you must work hard, must sacrifice your delectable diet, must sweat and groan and curse and drool with the effort of it. For only until you are reborn of metal can you then journey forth to save this earth!
You will not leave this house, this training ground, until you are ready. To do so is to admit defeat and let the Darkness sweep closer. To do so is to die the Dishonorable Death.
Let us begin your training...