Post by jeanwitton on Mar 17, 2007 19:54:19 GMT -8
He groggily rubbed his eyes as he slowly trotted south atop his stead, likely from Hawksnest or Soldiren. His garments were thick with dust and a bits of mud. His outfit altogether seemed slightly warped and beaten as if having survived a heavy rainfall, though as he continues along this path now he is entirely dry. His horse, a normally festive and strong beast, seems to drag his feet as he slowly paces forward, back to Lochling.
From atop this creature, the young lord yawns, looking more and more like the petty shop-boy he was when he first set foot in Whitestone those many years ago. Needless to say, his ensemble is hardly becomming of the local nobility. But now he his tired and sore and his back aches from riding saddleback for so long...his concerns are hardly about his appearance.
Not far ahead, however, had he spotted a checkpoint. He was taken off gaurd at first, noticing that the guardsmen were not sporting the colors of the kingdom. At first he was all together confused before realizing how close to Lochling he really was...and that these were city guards to the High General. For so long now he had traveled through territory patrolled by the Kingdom's troops that in his delirious state of mind he seemed to have forgotten about the mixed troops in the "Southern Province."
Now closer to the guardsmen he could overhear bits of their conversation. At first he hardly paid any attention to it, until the words Hightower and Quadlam seemed to be spoken seemlessly with that of Aklecium. He shook himself awake quickly and tried to gather more. It seemed to match slight rumors he had very recently heard of a supposed alliance.
But his train of thought was quickly cut off. His haggard look did not warrant the sort of respect he may have been used to...even if looking like a commoner, he now appeared as a vagabond. He was quickly stopped and questioned.
"Lord Jean Witton, returning to the district of Salamin from travels which took me north." He reported as he slipped his hand in a pouch at his side to produce papers authenticating his identity.
When met with the curious looks in regards to his current demeanor he responded sorely "it's been a long journey."
And then turned his attention to more pressing matters "Perhaps you can help a curiosity of mine as well. My recent trip has taken me outside of Aklecium and I return now to hear talk of some business between the kingdoms of Hightower and Quadlam with our very own Kingdom. What truth lies behind this gossip?"
From atop this creature, the young lord yawns, looking more and more like the petty shop-boy he was when he first set foot in Whitestone those many years ago. Needless to say, his ensemble is hardly becomming of the local nobility. But now he his tired and sore and his back aches from riding saddleback for so long...his concerns are hardly about his appearance.
Not far ahead, however, had he spotted a checkpoint. He was taken off gaurd at first, noticing that the guardsmen were not sporting the colors of the kingdom. At first he was all together confused before realizing how close to Lochling he really was...and that these were city guards to the High General. For so long now he had traveled through territory patrolled by the Kingdom's troops that in his delirious state of mind he seemed to have forgotten about the mixed troops in the "Southern Province."
Now closer to the guardsmen he could overhear bits of their conversation. At first he hardly paid any attention to it, until the words Hightower and Quadlam seemed to be spoken seemlessly with that of Aklecium. He shook himself awake quickly and tried to gather more. It seemed to match slight rumors he had very recently heard of a supposed alliance.
But his train of thought was quickly cut off. His haggard look did not warrant the sort of respect he may have been used to...even if looking like a commoner, he now appeared as a vagabond. He was quickly stopped and questioned.
"Lord Jean Witton, returning to the district of Salamin from travels which took me north." He reported as he slipped his hand in a pouch at his side to produce papers authenticating his identity.
When met with the curious looks in regards to his current demeanor he responded sorely "it's been a long journey."
And then turned his attention to more pressing matters "Perhaps you can help a curiosity of mine as well. My recent trip has taken me outside of Aklecium and I return now to hear talk of some business between the kingdoms of Hightower and Quadlam with our very own Kingdom. What truth lies behind this gossip?"