Trusty shrugs. ''Well, I'd better ave' a chat with Mr Lord Amvieon.'' he raised his pet polecat in front of his face, ''Isn't that right, Busker?''
"A meeting can probably be arranged," says the guard. "He will require your name and your business here."
'My name is Trusty Deerhead! My business is that I'm a wanderer, and I'm looking for somewheres to stays! . . . Ehem, I have also seen goings on in yon Mercenary Village . . . ' he adds, tapping his nose.
"A meeting can probably be arranged," says the guard. "He will require your name and your business here."
'My name is Trusty Deerhead! My business is that I'm a wanderer, and I'm looking for somewheres to stays! . . . Ehem, I have also seen goings on in yon Mercenary Village . . . ' he adds, tapping his nose.
"Very well." The guard sighs deeply as the gate slowly opens.
'My name is Trusty Deerhead! My business is that I'm a wanderer, and I'm looking for somewheres to stays! . . . Ehem, I have also seen goings on in yon Mercenary Village . . . ' he adds, tapping his nose.
"Very well." The guard sighs deeply as the gate slowly opens.
"Very well." The guard sighs deeply as the gate slowly opens.
Trusty shuffles through the gateway.
He is met by another soldier, who leads him into the castle, through several hallways, and to a closed door, where he is told to wait outside as the soldier enters.
He is met by another soldier, who leads him into the castle, through several hallways, and to a closed door, where he is told to wait outside as the soldier enters.
A few minutes pass before the soldier exits the room, followed by another soldier, a young, scarred man with short brown hair. His clothing and armor are noticeably finer than the first soldier's, and as he approaches Trusty, he sends the first soldier away with a nod. "You wish a meeting with Lord Amvion."
