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[hr][h2][color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall "Ren" Protego[/b][/color][/h2]
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[sub][color=DodgerBlue]The Kingsroad — Outskirts of Port Sesta[/color][/sub]

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[indent][color=DodgerBlue][b]Renvall Protego[/b][/color] [color=Silver]considered drawing his sword to throw himself upon the blade if the Crown Prince were to continue talking his sanity away.

It had not been the boy's first journey beyond the walls of the capital, although it had been almost a decade since he had traveled to northern Estala. Ren could remember the musty smell of Port Sesta, the eight-year old clasping his mother's hand as he stepped off of the ship. They had left their cerulean shores for this land in the neck of winter, and Greymont was coated in a white mist that his mother called snow.

Ren had cycled between driving the helm and resting at the wagon during the four days of travel, staring down at his right gauntlet as the hand opened and closed a fist repeatedly. His dark hair fell to the side as his cheek lay flat against the other hand, his left leg and index finger tapping impatiently. The cool wind did not serve to air the heat from his black armor, some drops of sweat riding down his neck. While he rode with Maize and Eli, they were flanked by a second wagon, where a few soldiers of the crown followed.[/color]

[color=DarkOrange][b]"Five minutes,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]the knight called out from the helm, riding the horse beside Snowball.

Rolling his shoulders, Ren straightened himself for their oncoming arrival, his eyes wandering around. The welcoming winds of the sea were close, a look of neutrality about his features as his lips took in a healthy breath.[/color] [color=DodgerBlue][b]"About time to shake a leg,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]he spoke to the Crown Prince sitting opposite of him, his look remaining at the Kingsroad leading to Port Sesta.

Something was wrong.

Looking above, the wings of a wyvern rippled through the air, leading the boy to wonder if Rhea was able to see more than them. [b]"Bloody hell,"[/b] one of the soldiers cursed aloud, both of their wagons coming to a momentary stop. Scattered groups of people huddled along the gates, their focus on something from within the walls. [b]"What's goin' on down there, this time?"[/b][/color]

[color=DodgerBlue][b]"Maybe the gatekeeper's just being a cunt,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ren suggested, throwing his hands up as they crossed against his breastplate. It wouldn't have been a surprise if that was the case; the mandate did require the gatekeeper to search for contraband, and Port Sesta was always a densely populated hub.

Maize turned back to the wagon behind their own, looking past the two of them.[/color] [color=DarkOrange][b]"Let us continue,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ren heard a hesitation in the knight's voice.[/color][/indent]

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[center][h2][color=Lime][b]Ursa[/b][/color][/h2]
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[sub][color=Lime]Port Sesta[/color][/sub]

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[indent][color=Silver]A woman with a sword at her belt was a rare sight. A woman who knew how to use the sword at her belt was a gem. [b]"And a [i]beautiful[/i] woman..."[/b][/color]

[color=Lime][b]Ursa[/b][/color] [color=Silver]hated drunkards. Pondering the will of the crown, she had been set to meet with the Dauntless in the backwater establishment, finding herself on the receiving end of a sailor's drunken serenade filled with pungent breath. It had been two days too much of residing in Port Sesta for the young woman.[/color] [color=Lime][i]They must be enjoying their trip so much,[/i][/color] [color=Silver]she thought, her back against one of the taverns' pillars as the nuisance wobbled in a struggle to remain standing.

Sighing, Ursa kicked herself from the post as her arms fell to her sides, walking away and taking a seat at a vacant table. Over the time she had been in Port Sesta, there were no others that made it apparent that they were also waiting for the Dauntless to arrive, and it did concern her a little. She hoped that she was not expected to pamper the prince on her lonesome; Ursa was a sellsword, and she did not intend to earn her bag of gold through anything other than seeing the child to Rozel.

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Her head turned to the entrance of the tavern as its door was kicked in with brute force. [b]"Weapons to the ground, wench,"[/b] Ursa raised a brow as the perpetrator waved an axe through the doorway first, scanning the room as he approached her. Her eye caught the flash of a sigil on their coat, realizing that it was an Anarcan soldier. The aggressor slammed his weapon through several of the wooden tables, inciting fear among the people around her. [b]"You daft? [i]Weapons to the ground, wench![/i]"[/b]

Remaining seated until the soldier was a blade's reach, Ursa caught the man by surprise as she flipped the table towards him. His axe chopped through the wood with ease, but as the splinters came apart, the end of her sword interrupted his speech as the curved edge cut open the soldier's throat in a swift motion. His legs gave out and his weapon clanged against the floor, his hands coming up to cover his neck as he fell down.[/color]

[color=Lime][b]"Stay in here,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Ursa instructed the people within the tavern, returning her wo dao to its scabbard and drawing the sword from her back, instead. She had known about the amnesty between Estala and Anarcas, but in the confusion of the soldier's sudden entrance, it was obvious that they intended to wage war.[/color] [color=Lime][b]"Find some place to hide,"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]she added, stepping over the soldier's body. She looked down both ends of the corridor, seeing no signs of additional soldiers and hearing no sounds of a battle around Port Sesta.

At a loss for the situation at hand, Ursa looked around the tavern, keeping her sword ready as she was a foot past the doorway.[/color] [color=Lime][b]"I'll come back when I find out what is going on."[/b][/color][/indent]