Cedric looked down the edge of his blade, oil cloth in hand, it held a few nicks on its sharp edge from use, but nothing too serious to warrant a reforging. The heavy doors behind him swung open with a creak that broke the silence of his careful observation. He tossed the oil cloth onto the bench beside him, turning around to face the newcomer, before slamming his sword into his scabbard. He was met with a sharp-featured man, dark haired and with a reasonably easy demeanor about him.

"With me Rider." He commanded, beckoning with a free hand as he moved toward the back of the armory, swiping a ring of keys he had left hanging on the spike of a war hammer. He slowly shifted through the series of keys, flicking past the ones he had no need of til he came to a worn looking piece of iron, placing  it betwixt his thumb and fore finger as he regained his former pace toward their destination.

"I dispatched another member to relay orders at the domes gate." He explained over his shoulder. "They're to let no one enter, other than the Guild Master or myself. You are to accompany me in a small delivery, nothing glamorous, just some heavy lifting." He continued sliding the iron key into the lock of a celelyrium coated door that stood twice his height. He gave a sharp twist and the lock turned with a thunk, he gave a slight sigh and then put his shoulder into it, giving a strained grunt as he pushed the door open, a loud scraping of metal on stone echoed through the armory as he did so.

"Pass us that torch." He requested in a soft tone, gesturing to the sconce on the stone pillar just behind them, trying to not come off as some demanding asshole. He then extended a hand to accept the torch, giving a nod of thanks as he did so, before plunging it forward into the darkness, illuminating the rows of shelves that held each riders saddle. Carefully he lit up the torches along their path til they came to the shelf at the back, somewhat bare, but for the single saddle that occupied it. A simply ornamented saddle, timeworn yet clearly cared for, gleamed by the light of the torch. Cedric placed the torch in the empty sconce beside it and looked it over with some admiration, sliding a hand along the polished contours of its design til it found it's way underneath it with a firm hold.

"And now we have to haul this heavy bastard to the dome." He said with a grimace. "Don't worry, the doors are open, and there's a cart waiting for us." He added reassuringly, placing is other hand on the saddle as he waited for the recruit to make a move.

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