[center][color=d8e6f0][h2][u]Clementine Haschwalden[/u][/h2]
Thorne City[/color][/center][hr]

[i]You have been assigned to guard duty for the duration of the festival.  [/i]

Those were Clementine's orders.  [color=d8e6f0][i]But that's not very helpful,[/i][/color] he had protested.  [color=d8e6f0][i]Or specific.  Where am I supposed to guard?[/i][/color]

Unfortunately, his orders were delivered via letter, which he opened over breakfast the day festivities would begin.  [color=d8e6f0][i]That's just not helpful at all.[/i][/color]

And so he went wandering the streets, feeling more like a tourist than an employed soldier of Throrne and emissary of Cronquist.  Which wasn't altogether bad, of course, but did make him feel a little guilty.  You can't help it though, not on a day like this.  Clementine, slightly but not altogether unwilling, felt every part of him relax.  During the heat of the morning, he bought a snowy white-blue popsicle, and ate it in the shade of the arena.  Confetti and flower petals blew through the air like swarms of happy bumblebees.  

Eventually, however, common sense got the better of Clementine, and, feeling a little red-faced over wasting the whole morning, went out in search of an officer.  Most of the soldiers couldn't give him much advice.  In fact, most of the soldiers were busy engaging in the festivities.  Eventually, he found one soldier who told him, rather awkwardly while eyeing his armor, "Commander Amelia is in charge of the Knights" and, eventually, another, just in front of the Temple, mentioned, "I think I saw her pass into that tavern across the way."  

Tired, rather frazzled, but mostly pleased with his detective work, Clementine pushed his way into the bar.  It wasn't hard to spot her; the Knight-Commander's paladin armor was bright and mighty even in the dim, orangey tavern-light.

He approached her table, a lonely little corner of the building, his helmet tucked under his arm, and said quietly,  [color=d8e6f0]"Um, excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but my orders, the ones I got this morning, I mean—"[/color]

The Knight-Commander was quite tall and serious looking, and Clementine became keenly aware of his rambling.  

[color=d8e6f0]"What I meant to say, ma'am, I was assigned to guard duty, but I'm not actually sure what that means, and there weren't any further orders to clarify where I was to go or who I'd be working under.  Someone mentioned that you were in charge of the knights, and I thought I might find you and ask if there was anything you needed.  From me, I mean."[/color]

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