"Please, would you send for my personal Courtier?" Lord Solterra requested one of his loyal servants near him. All of these technical details of Lordship had confused him at times, all the little details and reasoning, but he felt like he was somehow... right for it. But also right in fighting.... The servant nodded and walked in a fast pace to find Solterra's personal Courtier. "You... I... really should start remembering your names." The other Servant made a grin, "It's alright my Lord, you rule over thousands, it's expected to be too many names for one person. I'm Johnathon," the man smiled, giving a slight bow. "No no, that won't do, Johnathon. You're a servant, not a slave. I consider them different. I mean, I pay you, right? I don't lash you." They both started to laugh until Solterra started to get quiet, signalling Johnathon to always stop. "May I call you John? I have a request." Johnathon looked over at Solterra and gave a subtle nod, "Whatever you wish ser, and what is your request?" "I'd like you to run a bath for me, all these taxes have been a pain and I haven't exactly woken up yet. I always have my baths in the morning, but my Courtier who usually does it is out attending the Court now, so I've been busy ever since the conflicts started." "Yes ser, I understand. Perhaps my Lord could hire some more Courtiers? Heh. I'll get right on your bath." "Thank you." John gave a small bow out of respect in leaving his Lords presence and turning to walk towards the Lords Bathing room.

The other servant walked in with a smile and a cute face, bowing and presenting the new personal Courtier. "I have returned my Lord, I have fetched your new Courtier." "Ah, good! Thank you, could you please get me some Cider? I hate to keep throwing you places." "Oh it's no trouble my Lord, I am sure to give you and your Courtier some time alone." Just as John did, the other servant gave a bow of respect and left the room.

The newly hired Courtier leaned forward, like a more respectful bow. "Greetings my Lord, you have requested my presence?" "Yes," Solterra reaches for a sealed letter that had an official seal of the Kingdom of Therral. It also had a small blue ribbon attached to it. He also grabbed another sealed letter, which also had the official seal, but no ribbon; handing them both to the Courtier who willingly accepted them. "I'd like you to go to my Courtier who now resides in the Court. It is his place as he fits best there, but you will relieve him until his quest is complete. Tell him he needs to personally take the ribboned letter to the Lands of House Bloodsun, and deliver it with the utmost respect to the Lady that resides in ruling there. If he passes through the Kingdom of Pelataria, he needs to give the other letter to an official soldier or other representative closest to the Lord in that Kingdom. Don't worry, he already knows how to stay alive and keep himself safe during the travel. I just hope he doesn't put a dent in my treasury in doing so." The Courtier nods as he listens intently, "I have purchased a carriage and two horses for the journey. They aren't great horses, partially trained, but they should be good enough leisure for the long road ahead. The Carriage does have our Crest, we've no need to hide. Two soldiers will accompany you and no more. once you take my old friends seat in court, the two soldiers and the Carriage will be transferred to him. We need a stable ground for the future, you understand this?" "Yes my Lord, I will get these messages to your Courtier at the Court."

Solterra gave the smallest and slowest nod as he eyed the new Courtier for a moment. "...Is something wrong, my Lord?" Solterra shook his head, "No, but something is wrong with me." He said abruptly as he stood from his chair and patted the mans shoulder. "I just barked orders at you and I don't know your name. Well, give it, hah hah." "Yes my Lord! Dorian Bosler, I am honored to personally meet you." Solterra raised his head and then quickly brought it back down. "Good, it's nice to meet you as well Dorian. Now, one more thing, before you leave." Solterra reached back to the table which had a parchment of construction plans and military orders, among other things; handing it to Dorian. "Make sure these are carried out before your leave. Now, good luck." "Thank you for the opportunity, my Lord."

As the Courtier makes a hasty leave to get everything done as soon as possible, the servant from before, John, returns with a towel on his arm and Solterra looks up. "My Lord, your bath is ready." "Ah, good. Thank you John. That was quick, I'll have to remember to let you have a dip one day as well." "The pleasure is mine, ser."