[b]CAERNAVON, CAPITAL OF WALES
THE WESTERN COAST [/b]

It was a pleasant day in Wales, likewise to England.
The bright, glowing sun shined down upon the mighty castle that was the capital of the Welsh government known as Caernavon.
The surrounding village and farms were equally kissed by the sun's golden rays.To the far west the Irish Sea glimmered and sat in a calm and non-turbulent state, the waves gently lapping against the sands and rocks of the Welsh Coast.
The towering mountains to the east were equally touched by this beautiful day with the sun illuminating them and making them look almost enchanted.

[u][url=https://postimg.org/image/wxoif3qvj/]Sir Faramir Godfreyy[/url][/u], trusted commander and brave knight of Wales, stood along the western wall of the castles' portcullis, his arms crossed and his deep gaze pivoting from the mountains to the village to the sea, and then back again.
He did not ware his armor nor his chain mail, but a moderate looking gray tunic and dark brown leather boots to match.
His long hair was loose hanging and free across his shoulders, and his beard was, though neatly cut, a bit unkempt looking.
As he had no intentions of going anywhere today, he saw no reason in preening himself just to stay at home with nought to do.

[i]God certainly smiles on Wales today,[/i]He thought, as he straightened his posture,[i]now may he only smile upon us in battle.[/i]

Faramir turned away from the wall only to see an approaching man servant, hurrying forward, as if fearing Sir Faramir would break and run.
As he closed in he board deeply, before raising up to address the knight.

"Lord Faramir,"He spoke,"His Majesty wishes for you to join him in the training grounds later this afternoon."

Faramir nodded slightly and firmly asked,"Why?Did he say?"
The servant nodded and replied,"He needs all of his generals and commanders present for a final evaluation of the troops as well as a meeting in the war room afterwards."

[i]No doubt for planning our first move,[/i]Faramir thought.
"Very well,"He said,"tell His Majesty I will be there post haste this afternoon."

"There is one other thing, sir, Sir Alden Sariwyth requests your presence in the training area within the hour, something about a rematch he said."The servant stated.

Faramir groaned in his mind.
[i]That devil just never is satisfied.Tis a wonder he's not the greatest knight in all of Britannia with as much time as he spends in that yard.[/i]
"Very well, tell him I'll be there directly."He said.

The servant nodded and briskly departed Faramir's presence.

Faramir cast one final gaze toward the sea before turning and halfheartedly walking to his chamber to prepare himself for the inevitable spar in the training yard with Alden.