An elf on a horse trots off the road to the Tavern. He dismounts and wraps his horse's reins onto a post. He begins to enter.
He is stopped some twenty feet from the Tavern by two soldiers dressed in red and white uniforms. "The Tavern is currently closed. Please take your business elsewhere."
An elf on a horse trots off the road to the Tavern. He dismounts and wraps his horse's reins onto a post. He begins to enter.
He is stopped some twenty feet from the Tavern by two soldiers dressed in red and white uniforms. "The Tavern is currently closed. Please take your business elsewhere."
Kestrel leans back in the saddle, sighing. "And might I ask why this is the case?"
He is stopped some twenty feet from the Tavern by two soldiers dressed in red and white uniforms. "The Tavern is currently closed. Please take your business elsewhere."
Kestrel leans back in the saddle, sighing. "And might I ask why this is the case?"
"No, you may not. If you wish to purchase goods, someone will be brought to you. If not, be on your way."
The elf seems convinced about something, "Ah. No thank you. Where might I detour to the Dragon Knights HQ?"
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Xavic and Valithor are brought down to a room on the first floor. Dror, Broen, and Ormrir await them there. Dror smiles when he sees them. "Your rescue is on its way. They're bringing General Corellus for the prisoner exchange."
Xavic and Valithor are brought down to a room on the first floor. Dror, Broen, and Ormrir await them there. Dror smiles when he sees them. "Your rescue is on its way. They're bringing General Corellus for the prisoner exchange."
He dismisses the soldiers who escorted them, and Ormrir leaves as well.
A column of riders approaches, bearing a white flag.
They are met at the door by a square-jawed man in the Xain uniform. "Please state your names."
One of the riders speaks, "His Grace Demiu, son of Demui, of the House of Lions, Lionrider, Runewriter, Vanquisher of Corellus."
He pauses for moment, then says, "Also present are Sir Mardan and Sir Vinbrig, Knights of Morñornia, and seven and ten Warriors of the Northern Sun. We bear with us Corellus, General of the Xain Cavalry."
They are met at the door by a square-jawed man in the Xain uniform. "Please state your names."
One of the riders speaks, "His Grace Demiu, son of Demui, of the House of Lions, Lionrider, Runewriter, Vanquisher of Corellus."
He pauses for moment, then says, "Also present are Sir Mardan and Sir Vinbrig, Knights of Morñornia, and seven and ten Warriors of the Northern Sun. We bear with us Corellus, General of the Xain Cavalry."
The soldier nods, opening the door. "Go on in. Someone will escort you to General Dror."
Sig by Sam
