With a nod of understanding Ionathan made his way out of the room and into the hallway.

“I’ll see you outside, good luck!”

He ran down the hallway only slowing to drop the sword by the suit of armour where the sword came from as he made his way to his room. Bursting through the rooms door Ionathan started to stuff all his equipment into his travel pack, which was not much as he had not brought much equipment with him as he wanted to buy provisions and equipment after he knew what Genevieve had planned for him. It only took a few seconds to get his dining utensils back in their box and into the pack along with a spare set of clothes and his sack of coins that were already in the pack.

While the upper leg guards would fit in the pack, the gambeson and mail however would not, so Ionathan started to don his armour. Fortunately, this was one of the advantages of gambeson and mail, they’re both easy to don without any need for assistance, the gambeson had leather straps running down the centre and the mail could be put on just like a normal shirt.  It was always Ionathan’s opinion that although Knights may favour some form of plate armour, for soldiers who have fought on the battlefield, that which keeps them alive is armour enough.

 Next he buckled his belt so that it may take some of the armours weight off his shoulders, it was an old soldiers trick that was always popular in the army, on the belt was his sword. Made in celebration of his promotion to Commissioner, this blade had never left Ionathan side when he went out on bandit camp raids and highway patrols. Then he put his heraldic tabard sporting the Hepburnberg coat of arms, a white background with a red lion running rampant. Lastly he donned his Helmet which was tailored just so that the padding inside the helmet positioned his eyes perfectly with the slit in the visor. 

Putting on his gloves, holding his shield and slinging the pack over his back, in just a few minutes he now looked like the hero of Waeldeshore that years ago had fought back against the evil that was threatening his home. 

By this point the room around him was in utter chaos. The accessories of the room were now mostly on the floor as was the contents of the book case that now lay on its side, worse still was a large hole that had emerged in the celling which had been filled with some large wooden object that was too big to go all the way through.

Deducing that he used up most of his time donning his armour, Ionathan decided that a quicker escape from the collapsing cottage was necessary. Running to Ajax’s room he dropped out of the hole made earlier. As it was not a far drop he landed without issue bending his knees, accompanied by the noise of riveted mail rings striking each other. Stopping only to raise his visor and to get his bearings Ionathan now moved to the front of the house. 

Some of the maids had taken cover in a large roofed front of a house where in the day the owner of the house might show his wears. Quick walking over to the roofed doorway Ionathan assured the maids that they were safe and awaited his companions. Relying of his bright coloured tabard to show his position to anyone meeting at the front of the house he watched as the noises from the cottage mixed with the sound of the rain. 

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