[Centre][H2][color=bc8dbf]Rider on a Black Lunarian. [/color][/H2][/Centre]
[Centre][H3][color=bc8dbf]Persephone Laconia[/color][/H3][/Centre]


A Lunarian Heavy Is not a tame horse by nature, but even the trained animals backed off from the giant of a man though it scraped the ground with a large steel shod hoof as it stopped backing up unable to move far. Its mane was deep black as rest and tied and braided though that had grown wild from riding and was snagged with debris, of travel. 

Snorting before it tossed its large head the Horse had nowhere to back up, something about its senses picked up the man was not normal in some sense the horse understood as a basic instinct. The man was not a man, the man was a question and the question meant danger. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Calm, calm Agmar”[/color] The woman repeated in a accent from the Capital, a defined and clearly Lunarian tone and choice of words as she turned a minute later having partly calmed her mount. When she turned, she shook slightly but leaned weight and forced self to stay upright with will and determination. Only…she had to look up, very much up. 5'10 and even clad in furs and such she was tiny compared to the giant of a man in an accent, thick one she could not place its location. 

“She only arrived a short time ago, Probably from the mountains. Was gonna let her have a few minutes before we asked why she here.” The guard Said unsure, they did know Lunaris was that way but they had no real reason to head to the border and horses like this were not a local breed, Lunaris never sold many of this breed at all. “Not local this beauty. Not the first, Officer sort. Older guy, fancy armour” Gesturing to the tall back horse and waving in vague gestures at the town. The guard still had hours left on shift , his compatriot was leaning against a barrel with a freshly turned spear shaft he was oiling and waxing clad in unform and latest auralian armour, though still was getting used to it. “Syraeia might make you pay her for that deer, head on in, get warm, first snows tonight.” The Bearded former mercenary joked and was cheerful despite the snow who had joined the Princes settlement for a fresh start and to get away from his old life of fighting for gold. He was a rough round edges sort but also knew every dirty and wrong trick going and how to spot them. He had willingly offered his services in exchange for a new life to protect Dawnhaven. 

Guard duty got pretty boring though, 2 months and they checked papers and so for most part. This place was so far from each capital they barely made it onto the maps. Even professionals got bored so they got to know the towns folks and traders over time.

He was obviously tainted by the blight, no one could be so clad and survive these conditions as a regular mortal being. She was guarded, cautious and her tone was neutral. [color=bc8dbf]“Valors edge, I am from Valors Edge border Fort. Vindacus pass. Came to seek comrades and assistance.”[/color] She said with almost a report in order and kept her rank and such quiet, deciding it was better to tell the truth, but to choose which truth to give.

[color=bc8dbf]“Persephone Laconia, snows come, safer to head down than up.”[/color] Persephone was honest to and admitted that Blightborn, the Lunaris, Auralia, Borders and more were at its mercy and all had to work together against both blight and winter, as much as uncomfortable thought they could not stand alone like their ancestors.  

[color=bc8dbf]“I need to find the Inn, Lunaris comrades, a place to start.”[/color] She said, her own more eloquent speech was dogged by mental and physical tiredness. Looking at the sad form of the deer that lay on a dragged cart, it was a sad and starved carcass. [color=bc8dbf]“Poor Burcher with that one. You? Anything i need to know about the place?”[/color] Persephone looked and thought how it would take work to get safe meat from it. She asked after the giant and what he was, maybe it would tell her more about Dawn Haven and how it operated. 

The first goal was to gain intelligence, to gain information and get the lay of the land, with that she could plan her next steps going forward. Anything could be used, small or large, and that led to her next goal… her mind still worked in that way even in this state. 

"let her in Jameson, she would never make it back in this state. Least to get a meal and a rest if uncessful." The Bearded man barely paused his work honing his spear and looked up adjusting his helmet to keep the snow off his neck. She was Lunarian but also was a Lone rider and not a whole mounted Paladin company. With winter looking they had bigger enemies than their ancestral rivals. His other guard liked to investigate things too hard at times and this woman was dead on her feet. He was a older soldier and trusted his instincts as well as gut feeling, she might be a problem but thay was a problem for people above his station in matters that did not relate to his job.


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