[b]Lord Captain Farrow[/b]
It was early, Damon always awoke early. In actual fact he wasn't expected to be at his post for another two hours but he liked to be early and he didn't like the newest guard, a cocky young man who was good at his job but always seemed too relieved after a night shift. He stood up and got dressed, put on his armor and pulled the belt holding his sheath tight before trying it still. He looked at his appearance in a mirror and began heading down the stairs. His staff had already prepared breakfast and were just finishing the table placements. There were two, at the one end was his seat and at the far other was his mothers seat, but she almost never left her room after the death of Damon's Father and brother. "I don't know why you insist on cooking a full breakfast you know I will never eat." he sighed to his manservant, an old man named Keel, with a smile.

Damon had liked Keel as he had never changed, even after the death of his late master he remained sure in his duty and always going the extra mile for Damon to make sure the boy wanted for nothing. Keel had looked after him when he was young and never really stopped. "Look, you and the staff enjoy a hearty breakfast, I will just have a slice of meat." he said heading into the kitchen and doing exactly that before stepping out into the cool morning air. He felt like today would be a good day, that was until he saw the flier. 

He thought nothing of it until he read the fine print. '[i]What was she thinking![/i]' he thought '[i]If the Prime-minister hears of this then It will be civil war![/i]' he then allowed himself a cuss and muttered "I had better confront her... before I'm forced to fight the kingdom to keep the king alive!" with another muttered curse he gripped his sword tightly and set off to find the Knight Lieutenant Commander. The gates to the city would require a detour, more like he was going a great distance out of his way, but he still had time and this was big... "Commoners messing with affairs of state never end well!" he growled through gritted teeth as he set off from the peaceful of the nobility to the hustle and bustle of the city, not having time to get some of his men to accompany him.