[color=ec008c][/color][color=ec008c][/color][quote=@PrinceAlexus]

[color=6ecff6]“Stranger, who goes there. You in the cloak. Give Thy name and approach the gate light.”[/color] Lord Coswain called out from the upper battlements, neither hostile or kind, just a demand to present oneself and to try and judge the newcomer. [color=6ecff6]“What Brings you to Dawn Haven? Need answers before we let you in.”[/color] He asked and kept able to duck behind the cover if someone made a move to throw weapons, send arrows or to charge their powers. 

You never could be too careful?
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The wanderer slowly walked towards the gatehouse and into lanternlight before looking up to see who called him. 
It was obviously some sort of high ranking captain judging by his armor, lunarian in making at that, the plain design sold it, yet A rare thing nonetheless for plate fared poorly in the cold. The man's greying hair indicated he was no doubt an experienced veteran. 
It didn't matter, Aurelian, Lunarian whatever. He had travelled both and the people where more similar then they believed: all cried for vengeance and all bled the same red. Still, he pretended to show distain in his answer: 
[color=ec008c]"Farrion of Xaarla, I seek to add my strength to the future king of this continent, his majesty the prince Astaros"
"I was a blademaster, quite skilled if you ask those who faced me, albeit they might not be able to answer"[/color]
He finished with a slight chuckle, speaking fluently with his Xaarlan accent, even using the native colloquialism for sellsword. 
That captain might not buy it, get angry but who cared? 
He was no longer Arthur Vorlein, sword demon of Durantel, The hundred man killer, rather merely Cull Farrion, a sarcastic but loyal sellsword of far of Xaarla. 
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"Ive travelled far to seek this place ever since the holy sun went out, ive bene marching for over a day, freezing me bollocks off the 'ole time. Now yall gonna open the gates or not?" [/color]