[center][h1][color=8493ca][b]Lord Aldurin Ranold of Sevaviel[/b][/color][/h1]
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It was early morning before they needed to depart for Thirmos. Aldurin had woken hours prior to the sun's arrival and stood upon the walls of the castle as he watched the burning orb rise orange above the hills. A sign of good travels, he noted in his own head. A warm wet tongue upon his hand wrested him from his own mind. Looking down he couldn't help but smile at the large grey wolf that he had brought with him form his own keep. Where he had left the rest of his ten dogs, likely giving the staff hell at the moment. 

The wolf panted slightly as it sat, waiting his master's hand, which was short in coming. The soft fur was warm and soft against Aldurin's hand as he pet his companion. [color=8493ca]"Ready for this trip, Whisper old girl?"[/color] Aldurin asked with a smile. Whisper replied with a short bark and a wagging tail that thumped softly against the cold stone. [color=8493ca]"At least one of us is. Come let's go get ready,"[/color] he added before making his way back through the castle, Whisper trailing silently behind.

A few hours later Aldurin was waiting outside the castle with everyone before Queen Emilia came out. He nodded slightly towards her before they all loaded into the carriages. He hated carriages, and why they insisted he ride in one was beyond him. He would much rather be riding with the men guarding him so he could better react to threats and keep an eye out on the land. Whisper was at least allowed to run along side the caravan instead of being stuffed in the carriage with Sir Lachlan and himself. It was a long a miserable trip for the both of them he noted by the look on Lachlan's face, and Aldurin envied Whisper her freedom.

Once they arrived in Thirmos Lord Aldurin almost burst from the carriage as soon as the doors opened. [color=8493ca]"About damned time,"[/color] he exclaimed as he stretched his cramped and stiff body. His chainmail clinking as he did so, adjusting his sword belt, and his cape to fit a bit more comfortably before joining the rest to meet all the important people of Thirmos. Whisper sliding up to his side quiet as a the wind. Aldurin patted her head to reassure her these people meant no harm, so far. 

Aldurin barely listened to all the greetings as he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was observing the castle before him. Looking for weaknesses, strengths, and his tactical mind already working on how to bring it down should he need to. Some of the windows were boarded up, he noted, as well as how there didn't seem to be many men on the battlements. He didn't take any solace in that, as it was common for a main force to hide themselves unless needed. 

It wasn't until the King proclaimed he was going to steal the Queen for a moment did Lord Aldurin return his attention to those around him. Though he had always been aware of where everyone was, in case anything were to happen. He was rarely ever fully relaxed, especially in potentially hostile lands. [color=8493ca]"Apologies for butting in, but be on your toes Lachlan. I would hate to become a lamb at a wolf's table," [/color] Aldurin said in a quiet tone to the man before they all swept into the castle. Though not before motioning to Whisper stay where she was for now.

Inside the castle was much the same to him as outside as he surveyed the area. He let no cracks escape his notice. Especially the pompous man who thought to stand above them. Aldurin eyed the man who spoke to them as if they were nothing more than vermin, his mouth twisting into a snarl. He already greatly disliked the man, he was too arrogant of his believed power, but Aldurin knew the blade upon his hip would cut him to true size without issue should need arise. Though he gave the man credit for not cutting his words, it was his only redeeming quality in Aldurin's eyes.

He marched up to the man as he finished speaking and glared at him with his piercing eyes. [color=8493ca]"Listen here boy,"[/color] the Lord started, his words coming out as a low menacing growl. [color=8493ca]"We came here with peaceful intentions and if you wish to keep it that way I would bite your damned tongue and do your job in silence lest you lose it entirely. I will not take kindly to a simple Chamberlain insulting the blood of Sevaviel. Continue speaking to us in such a way and we shall see how much meaning your blood holds upon the ground."[/color] Aldurin gripped the pommel of his blade tightly in his gloved hand to add meaning to his promise. Letting his glare stick onto the man a while after before turning back to his companions.

Aldurin whistled loudly and Whisper came running into the castle. Tail wagging and tongue hanging out happily. Shortly followed by the servants, Aldurin smirked slightly at the one attempting to carry his heavy bag. He grabbed the bag from the poor wretch. [color=8493ca]"Show me the way, I will carry my own weight,"[/color] he said in a low growl before following to his assigned room. It was going to be a very long, and very unpleasant visit for the Wolf of Sevaviel.