Feuertanz, Schwarzenburg Gate
The little quilava clapped his paws together, bright eyed. "Yes! You are right; time waits for no man. Erion, fret not, for I have faith that the Lady will watch over us." He smiles at the group, trying to instill a positive spirit, before he slings a simple woven satchel over his shoulder and turns toward the gate. "I, for one, am excited. I've never been beyond Sabiland's borders!"
There was a brief pause. Feuertanz had earnestly expected a more natural leader to emerge among the group. Perhaps Erion, or Lusser. It was a little disconcerting - hopefully they understood that he had no more an idea of what he was doing than the rest of them?
But then, maybe he
did. And as he looks toward the sky, perhaps the observant watcher could see the thread of worry in his eyes. He'd been sure that he was due for ascension this equinox; so had all the elders. And now the cycle had stopped. For him, it wasn't only about exploring. He hoped that he would find something out there, some clue...
Before he passes through the gate, Feuertanz bows his head and says a silent prayer for guidance...
And there is the drawbridge, and the sluggish moat drawn from the Rhine... and beyond that the city, then the vast wilderness...
