[color=bc8dbf][b][h2][centre]Lord and Lady Coswain[/centre][/h2][/b][/color]
[color=bc8dbf][b][h3][centre]Gate House Life.[/centre][/h3][/b][/color]

[color=bc8dbf][b][centre]Door Dash lol[/centre][/b][/color]

Lord Coswain let the captain do his thing, it was his job and he knew the protocol and had the less fun part of being the one who had to make the call on letting them in / sending them away. 

He waited on the battlements as two other guards arrived in matching armour and just rested his hand on the wooden walkway that covered the gates. Rough hewn like everything here… solid but it was Unfinished and maybe they would get round to it if still alive later anyways…

An Auralian mercenary blade master, it was another way of saying sell sword if he recalled correctly, highly trained and meant to be professional Warriors vs just basic line troopers. But a lot of people could claim to be a lot of things they were not. He walked right but did you really when tested was another question.

[color=6ecff6]“Il walk him up, Sya has a few rooms left. If that's ok with you.”[/color] He said to the captain pretty sure he would not mind at all and happily hand that duty off, letting him and his men seek shelter behind the gate behind the cover with a brazier to keep some warmth in their bodies.  

[color=6ecff6]“Il escort you to the Inn, you better have gold because the owner does not give credit to newcomers or be prepared to pay in labour.” [/color]He shouted down as went down to join the lower gate and walk the man up. His armour was not as pristine as it had been especially with the battle damage repair and blight born talons. Lunarian gear could take some punishment though and be repaired instead of outright replaced. 

On the ground he got a sense this man might just be what he said but looks had been deceiving before and a soldier who looked like a half starved runt had beaten a tank of a man before, spirit was not always about size. 

[color=6ecff6]“Its not too far. If you want to send the Royal Lodge a letter of introduction, there is a post office too. Lodgings first and peobbly a hot mea.”[/color] He said as he waved down the road to the glowing lights of the town, burning candles, brazier and fire pits like the Inn hand never ceasing. 

It was something to do, and moving helped keep you warm. 


[b][@The Muse][@TimelessParagon][/b]