[h1] [center] Cedric Pryde [/center] [/h1]

Cedric stood as still as stone, both hands rested upon the pommel of his sword that served to keep him upright should fatigue take him during his vigil. It never did. Truth be told, the few hours of sleep he managed to muster were always enough, dreamless and dissatisfying he would awaken from it and seek to relieve those on guard duty. They never complained, for it was a task that was often despised by the guilds members. Cedric found solace in the solitude. A time for reflection and meditation, the soundless halls of the keep occasionally ringing out with the muffled cries of those whose demons had found them in their dreams, he envied those troubled souls, at least they could still dream.

Eventually night gave way to morning, light filtered in from above illuminating what the dying sconces didn't, and as the veil of darkness gave way, Cedric was able to see the first signs of movement. Servants dashed in and out of the hall, hastily carrying out their chores before beginning breakfast, something Cedric would naturally avoid, usually ducking in after the others had cleared out. Eating from what remained or whatever Freya had set aside for him. However he imagined Sigil would have a task for him this morning, something to keep him occupied, rumor had it that his dragon was to arrive today, and undoubtedly he would want the dome cleared so he could break in their new arrival. 
Off in the distance a procession of men and horses could be heard, the light chattering that carried across the way to him was accompanied by something... big and wrapped in chains of metal. His eyes rested on the corner of his helmets interior, carefully assessing the sound, making guesses about the size of that which shambled along with them. Quickly his eyes flickered up to stare out through his visor, the soft steps of his Guild Master ringing out, just barely caught his attention. He gave his shoulders a gentle roll as he readjusted himself to stand straight and proud.

"Clear the Dome," Sig said, clapping a hand on Cedric's shoulder. "Make sure we're not disturbed. I don't know how long this will take."

Cedric gave a curt nod of acknowledgement, returning his sword to its sheath before striding down the way Sig had just come, just as he had anticipated, Sigil was looking to have the dome cleared for his own use. Swiftly and with due diligence he would set about completing the task, making his way into the mess hall to seek out Melaniya, for he had need of one of her recruits.

As Cedric stepped into the hall the smell of food wafted through his visor and teased his senses. His mouth watered in spite of himself, taking a conscious effort to pull himself away from his baser needs and back onto the task at hand. The First Rider sat at one end of the hall, with a few others for company, more and more people were pouring in and taking seats, making for an awkward passage for one in full plate. Despite this he was able to slip past the others without incident, arriving at the foot of her table.

"Forgive me Mel, I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm gonna need one your boys this morning. If you could send one to meet me at the armory soon, I'd be much obliged." He stated, lingering only long enough to deliver his request before leaving to shoulder his way back outside.

[@Knight of Doom]