[center][h3]A Dirt Road In Lampertei, A Mile Out from the port town Bressenra[/h3][/center]
[i]"I've been meaning to ask Ardoiwn, how was he?"[/i] Mounted on horseback Ardoiwn and his comrades were journeying eastward towards the coast in order to book passage to the great city of the Tautoms. Riding alongside Ardoiwn was Cleph, one of his closest friends, a man with fine hair and a thick mustache, who carried a thick shield with which he protects his friends.

He was of course talking of the king. After returning home Ardoiwn told his comrades and the village as a whole his duty and where they were bound, before gathering his closest allies and the supplies required for such a trip. However during the days nobody had asked Ardoiwn how his time in the capital had gone, indeed the normally jolly leader had been almost forlorn and reserved during the days of travel.

Now that the party, numbering only shy of a hundred, neared the port town however Cleph decided that this quietness had gone long enough and was ready to press his friend for answers.
Ardoiwn was still ruminating on the king. His loyalty was of course never in question, but the near constant fear that dogged the young man during his stay in the capital still haunted the deepest parts of his mind. The nights he spent in the capital weren't exactly peaceful either. The ideals of leadership that his father had imparted to him were now in open conflict with what the king had displayed, and-

[i]"What?"[/i] Ardoiwn was snapped out of his thoughts by his friend, who upon waiting too long for an answer to his question decided to jab Ardoiwn in the gut with his sheathed blade. [i]"Well? How was he? The king?"[/i] Cleph asked again as Ardoiwn seemed to return to the world around him. [i]"Ah, um, er-"[/i] Ardoiwn stammered before finding himself again and answering, [i]"He was kingly. His presence demanded respect and his words impossible to ignore."[/i] Cleph nodded, accepting his commander's words before asking, [i]"Is it true he spends all night atop a tower shouting at god?"[/i]
[i]"Yes, I can't imagine how anyone in the palace sleeps at all."[/i] Ardoiwn states, as Cleph brings his chin down into his hand in thought, before wondering, [i]"If he spends all night shouting and all day in is duties when does he sleep?"[/i]

Ardoiwn hadn't considered that... [i]"Ah haha! I have no idea!"[/i] Before long Ardoiwn and Cleph were laughing, making jokes and friendly insults at one another as they crested a hill and descended into the town. It did not take long to charter a ship, this was of course the official business of a Gastald. Once prices were haggled out the party were packed into a ship along with fresh supplies before setting out from the port towards Tautom.