[b][u][color=Plum][center][h2]Maion Isensjäl[/h2][/center][/color][/u][/b]



It had taken about a week of travel to finally get to the Empires great capital where Maion was going to apply for asylum, it was slowly getting dark and the felt air tense upon her arrival. Maion and her sixteen guards on horses slowed down and waited at their gates and in their mercy. As much as she wished to look her best it was a sad truth that she was mustering her remaining strenght to atleast sit up correct, clad in armor both Maion and her guards was, despite their best efforts, a poor sight to behold and it was soon the time to explain why this was.
A strong horn rang out from their walls, pulsing through Maion and her guards bodies, strongly so that it made her men slightly nervous and concerned. It struck her a few seconds after that it was odd for the capital gates to be closed at the time, but then again it was getting dark.
With her noble household banner in hand and her weary guards gazing unavoidably in awe as anyone would be before this great sight of towers, strong walls and the rest of all the magnificent citadels glory. Yet to follow was the words from above and knowing that her company was looking suspicious Maion gathered her courage to speak what must be spoken.

[color=plum]"My name is Maion Isensjäl, the head of the Wayfinder Household from Gallogoth Commonwealth!"[/color] Maion stated, strong and loudly for the capital guard to hear, [color=plum]"I am here seeking protection and asylum by this great Empire!"[/color] Maion continued taking a deep breath to follow through, [color=plum]"Is there anyone available to whom I could speak!?"[/color] Her eyes determined as she steadied her horse, listening closely for a reply, though it would take a while before anyone up there replied.

Trying to remain strong Maion clenched her fist tightly around her banner, calmly got off her proud steed, fell to her knees with her head low followed by her guards taking after her example and awaited whatever outcome that awaited them.

[i][color=plum]May fortune favor our humble appearance and my men be safe...[/color][/i] She thought closing her eyes.