He took a deep breath. Jaegar began to look around. His eyes seemed to glaze over. His expression solemn. A subtle grin crept over his enshrouded visage. He looked to the guests that he had intruded upon. The shake in his head was ever so subtle. The hand that once clutched the hilt of his long sword relaxed. With a few strides away from the gathering Jaegar found a quaint place to lean rest his back against. It was a larger piece of the crumbled tower, big enough to keep the sun from beating down on his wilderness colored traveled cloak. 

[b]“I wasn’t alive for its days of glory, overlooking the rocky shore to the east. A perfect place to keep an eye out for enemy ships.”[/b] 

After reaching to his side, Jaegar withdrew a very plain looking pipe. Made of simple wood, he tapped it on the rock. A small barrage of black specks fell to the ground, the pipe leaving a blackened smudge on the stone. With his other hand, Jaegar had already retrieved a small bit of weed from a side pouch and had began to pack it in chamber. When he was satisfied the ranger pulled a tindertwig from his vestments. With a quick flip of the wrist the small piece burst into a tiny flame that was quickly raised to the bowl of the pipe that had found a pleasant resting place in between his lips. With a few quick puffs, he tossed the match to the ground and snuffed out the fire with his boot. 

[b]“The island we know today is but a shadow of its former self. But that was a time when everyone wanted a piece of the mystery. Whatever it was. At the very least it was a very strategic location for ventures into the west.” [/b]

Jaegar paused for a few moments to smoke his pipe. He looked into the sky, envisioning his not so fortunate beginnings here. 

[b]“Catapults and ballistae lined the hilltop.”[/b] He said pointing out in the distance with the stem of his pipe. [b]“They may not have had ships to launch but the small regiment that was positioned here was enough to fend off those who made it to shore. Story told, if I remember correctly, a few catapult bearing ships made short work of it before making landfall. I believe that was two or three generations ago. The King wasn’t even a twinkle.”[/b] 

He took another drag on his pipe. 

[b]“Shall we?”[/b] 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity] [@Yamazaki]