Nicholas simply could not fucking wait, he was summoned for a reason - obviously, the tales of him have traveled across the continent. Simply he was a star, a jester but he was a merc now - simple as that. Nicholas made his way to the castle, it looked many castles before but this one was Dall's. He chuckled as he walked up to the gate, the directions appeared to be correct but there would be the only way for him to find out. He approached the gate where he was stopped by two heavily armed guards, he smiled as he ran his hands through his hair - looking up to the towers that were the guards.

"Hey gentlemen, you know who I am... I'm here for the quest, from the king." He snorts, chuckling a bit. The guards look back at each other for a second before looking back at Nicholas. "Yea bruvvie no one knows what you're on about..." Says one of the guards who sounds like a complete weirdo. Nicholas scoffs, puffing up his chest. "Nice joke guy, listen I got a letter telling me to come here." He searches his person before - well shit he forgot the letter. "Yea it's in the castle man, I'll go get it." Nicholas starts to walk by the guards but it quickly stopped by divine physical intervention.

The Guards floor him and restrain him while he yelps in pain "Hey what the fuck! Help, help!" He cries out as they restrain him and drag him into the castle courtyard. "Ya rioght bruv you ain't gonna do shite to the king ya 'er..." The snake tongued guard says rudely, his compatriot echoes this with a loud neanderthalic grunt. The old gods were not looking out for young Nick on this day, his feet dragging and his rags becoming even ragger the merc found himself quickly inside the castle. Things just never seemed to turn out good, he was more of a night guy anyway.

"Blasted gods."