[table][row][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Belisendé[/color][/b]
Garleton, Lothian Empire[/i][/row][cell]
[i]I made it[/i], the young woman thinks. 

As she walks the road into town, leading a rather aggressive looking horse with a pink ribbon tied to it's tail, she takes in the view of the castle and it's surrounding lands. It's in a sorry state, quite different both from the capitol she grew up and the small villages she had spent time in on the way here. Her pace slows as she takes it all in. She imagines what a charming place it may have been in the past, before war or rebellions or the need for foreign knights. What a charming place it can become again, once this is all over.

Before she can get too deep into her thoughts, the majestic animal beside her snorts and pushes his nose against her head. Bel pushes his muzzle away, sighing as she does so. 

[color=mediumslateblue]"Yes, yes. Thank you, Sunbeam."[/color] Her voice is light and doesn't waver. Is she nervous? Of course, a little. She'll be training - for war - soon, but though her heart shivers in anxiousness, in anticipation of the future, her voice is still with hope.

Bel continues forward a little quicker now, sparing glances at the gathering knights and mercenaries as she moves closer to the center of Garleton. [i]I've heard that his Imperial Highness the fourth Prince is here,[/i] her thoughts flow as she walks, [i]that's surprising. It would be nice to see him again, but it's been years. He probably won't remember me... and if he does, would he actually let me fight? I may have to avoid him anyway...[/i]

The speckled gray stallion she leads gives anyone looking Bel's way a nasty glare, keeping strangers at a distance while she is lost in thought, insuring she won't bump into anyone by mistake. As they come upon what seemed to be the biggest gathering of potential recruits, they stopped. It was hard to see past the crowd of men and women, taller and stronger looking than her. It doesn't phase her, she just waits at the edge of the crowd, idly petting her horse's mane and shoulder.

[color=mediumslateblue]"We'll get us both some food soon,"[/color] she murmurs, the stallion snorting contentedly in response. They both look over now to their third companion, a 'hunter' they had met a few days ago during their journey to Garleton. Bel gives him a curious look, while Sunbeam fixes him with what could only be called a stink eye. The horse didn't much like the man, but then again, he didn't much like any human outside of the Imperial family. Although Bel remained a little suspicious, the man also wielded a bow and had been kind enough to give her some tips. For that she was grateful, and now that they had reached Garleton she wondered if he was also here to enlist.[/cell]
[cell][img]https://i.imgur.com/iTSz1XL.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Alive & Well[/color]
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Squire
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Iron Bow
[*]Vulnerary[/list][/cell][/table]