[center][h2]Chapter 3[/h2][/center] 

[i]I've never written much. Only when I needed to, if I am being honest. When we went back to the ruin of the Imperial Pride, I found a pad and in ink pen among a man's body, and decided it was time to put my forced skill into work. Recovering the Ornate Sword and whatever treasures we could, Camilla and I escorted Jiselle and her two Swords of Ulric over the Howling Hills and through what the Middenlanders aptly name 'The Old Forest Road' toward Middenheim. Skaldi had said he could never return to being a cook after having the best scrape he'd had in many years, but his business at Karak Kadrin had us parting company. Ivan needed to meet a long lost cousin in Talabheim, and Gilbrecht was nowhere to be found... The road was dark and ominous, but other than a small skirmish with Beastmen, we arrived unscathed. Little did I know this would be the true beginning to the adventures of Cyrdic and Camilla, Dogs of War.[/i] 
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When Cyrdic looked upon the City of the White Wolf, he was in awe. From there the bastion of Imperial Civilization could hold out if every Norscan of the North invaded. Tall walls above a perfect defensive position, with a looming cannon amid chains that could hold a giant gazing down the only entrance available to the city. Unless his eyes were cheated by some spell, a woman riding a pegasus flew over them and landed amid what had to be the Graf's palace. 

Jiselle seemed overjoyed, with Jory and Brom escorting all of them through the most prudent route toward the Graf's Palace. Camilla and Cyrdic would gain brief views of the wide, stout streets filled with refugees and citizens, along with sounds of revelry, but they hadn't the time. The five entered through the Konigsgarten, to greet a Knight of the White Wolf stationed at its back. The tall man was clad in a wolf's pelt, with a beard even more robust than Brom's and Jory's, and to Cyrdic's surprise, his eyes lingered on his ornate sword, before he commanded them to follow him. 

Without delay, the Knight ushered them into the Graf's Palace, escorting 'Reiner' and 'Vivvienne to a waiting foyer. Inside the palace, the stark white stone amid the Middenland tapestries and great paintings of warfare, Cyrdic felt as if he was out of his element. He had never been in such a place before, so he made sure to make his best impression, shoulders were arched and his chin up, his iron eyes steeled. He sat next to Camilla upon a bench, and was under guard by three more Knights as they awaited to be summoned. 
[@Penny]