(Jameson Telluth(Insignificant), Sergeant Officer of Praelium, Outside of Paline)

The patrol was uneventful, as per usual. Jameson was one of the many soldiers who thought their "defense" against Benaduza was simple paranoia from the Tyrannus. Benaduzians would fix their own problems soon enough, and there would be nothing for the citizens of Praelium to worry about. They could finally mount an assault on the desert tribes once Benaduza had their shit figured out.

"Alright boys, let's say this is our last round for today, alright?" The rest of the patrol whooped in agreement. "I think we know these marshes like the-"

[color=f26522]“I need to speak with your commanding officer at once, for Praelium’s sake.”[/color] A man appeared from the woods, hands up, causing Jameson to jump. The patrol immediately drew their weapons. Jameson whistled and the two men at his side swiftly surrounded the man, blade at his neck. It was bold of him to expose himself to a patrol, nonetheless a Praelian patrol, who would have easily stabbed the man's throat were they under rule of any other previous Tyrannus.

Luckily for Holden, Carver's orders for any outsiders within Praelium's borders was far different than any other Tyrannus before him.

"Where do you hail from?" Jameson barked, ignoring Holden's demand. "And to grant an audience with the Tyrannus is a bit more complicated than just asking nicely."

The other patrol guards were ready to kill Holden at any hostile movement he would make, which they sorta hoped he did. Not much happened in these marshes, so a little action would be fun.