[center][h2][color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall "Ren" Protego[/b][/color][/h2]
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[indent][color=Silver]Ren drew an impatient sigh as five minutes could not have gone any faster, inadvertently exposing his ears to the conversations between the pairs of group members. His hands laid on the crest of Snowball, the pauldrons on his shoulders rising and falling with a restless breath. There was no question that they would see combat with the pirate factions, much to the squire's elation; he had the royal blacksmith fashion him a sword for the specific occasion, and he had ensured that he brushed up on his swordplay. Unlike all of the lessons and spars, his life now depended on it.

The squire did find the varying selections of their caravan to be one of mismatch, though Ren was sure that their band was more than enough to take on a bunch of sea dogs, with the backing of the Rozelian Kingdom. Setting himself beside Maize's mount, he watched as the Dauntless climbed to the back of his horse, one hand resting atop of the other.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Time's up!"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]the knight made the announcement for the wary and unwary, his mount letting out a whine as it began to trot away from the stable grounds.

With the group in tow, Ren kept his steed alongside the knight as they rode across the Walk of the Magi. Waterfalls poured into the Estalan waterfront that stretched below the bridge and beyond, ripples of sunlight warming the surface of their land. The Walk of the Magi was an ancient construction, embedded with the footsteps from Estalan kings and queens of yore. There was a powerful energy that resided within the cobblestone at their feet, almost as if the very air in their atmosphere was one of magical construct.[/color]

[color=DarkOrange][b]"After we steer through Greymont and go beyond the gate of the capital city,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Maize said, his gaze trailing to the side.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"I'll speak of our route and approach."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]Beyond the bridge, the Capital City of Greymont stood, a beacon of the nation's profound diversity and magical influence. The streets teemed with bustling activity, the dense population experiencing something different with each passing day. Of course, no establishment could exist with impoverishment, and crime such as petty theft did come and go within the poorer districts. Unlike other nations, Estala was one which prided in its diverse population, embracing any and all kinds of cultures.

For Ren, accepting the laguz was the defeating clause of Estala; they were only prone to causing trouble for the nation. It was one of the reasons why other countries looked down upon them and refused certain agreements such as trade, and in addition, the sub-humans were the main cut of the population that committed the most crime within their borders.[/color] [color=DodgerBlue][b]"Nothing but savages,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]he cursed under his breath, recoiling in disgust as their party rode past a trading post filled with laguz.

Everything else within Greymont was a pleasantry to behold, for the most part. Ren paid no mind to the crowds of ordinary people that began to form around the central street, where their mounts traveled on. Word began to spread of their convoy with the Crown Prince in tow, and the many faces of youth and old age began to flock towards them, excited for the opportunity to lay eyes on Eli Estali himself. The very thought of these people almost worshiping the prince aggravated him; with zero accolades to Eli's credit besides his family name, how was it that these people could deem these nobles as something greater than themselves?

As the city watch stepped into the crowds to regulate their traffic towards the gates, a moment of relief washed over Ren as they finally reached the entrance.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Send word to His Majesty that we've departed,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Maize relayed the message to one of the watchmen, turning back to look upon the faces of the group members.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"The less time spent on horseback, the better. Hope you've enjoyed Greymont and done everything while you can! Let's move."[/b][/color][/indent]