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The halls echoed with every heavy footfall of Gaius. He would be lying if he didn't admit that the sounds of the echoes his boots produced in near empty hall did not amuse him. Gaius had left the throne room shortly after his interactions with the man known as the Iron Bear and the wildling with her wolf to fulfill his original directive to get ready. The quartermaster of the castle would surely have the supplies ready for the party and it was only a matter of getting to the supply room to get his supplies for the journey ahead. A trivial thing to the man who was capable of tracking down any and all of his targets, some of which eluded the guard for months.
As expected, the maze of halls and corridors of the palace did not hinder Gaius in his search one bit. Soon he stood before the double door leading to the supply room. The heavy wooden doors would have given an average individual a slightly difficult time in pulling the door open. Gaius was no average individual. He grasped the iron door ring with a hand and effortlessly pulled the weighty wooden door open as if it were any other door. The few guards present in the room set their gazes upon the man who had entered the room for a brief few seconds before going back to what ever task they were doing before hand. Gaius takes no insult to the lack of interest, if he was stuck doing errands and tasks in the supply room he too would have been disinterested with new comers and would focus on the task at hand.
He approaches the guard that looks to be the most important, or at the very least the one shouting out instructions, and asks him about the supplies to be given to him and the rest of his companions. The guard nods in understanding and politely, albeit with a hint of stress in his voice, asks Gaius to wait patiently until they manage to sort out what was needed in the journey and what was not. Gaius understands that the supplies were being prepared as they spoke to each other and could take a hint that speaking to any of them further would only slow and hinder the process. So, he simply walked back near the door and leaned on a wall while waiting for the supplies to be ready.
As expected, the maze of halls and corridors of the palace did not hinder Gaius in his search one bit. Soon he stood before the double door leading to the supply room. The heavy wooden doors would have given an average individual a slightly difficult time in pulling the door open. Gaius was no average individual. He grasped the iron door ring with a hand and effortlessly pulled the weighty wooden door open as if it were any other door. The few guards present in the room set their gazes upon the man who had entered the room for a brief few seconds before going back to what ever task they were doing before hand. Gaius takes no insult to the lack of interest, if he was stuck doing errands and tasks in the supply room he too would have been disinterested with new comers and would focus on the task at hand.
He approaches the guard that looks to be the most important, or at the very least the one shouting out instructions, and asks him about the supplies to be given to him and the rest of his companions. The guard nods in understanding and politely, albeit with a hint of stress in his voice, asks Gaius to wait patiently until they manage to sort out what was needed in the journey and what was not. Gaius understands that the supplies were being prepared as they spoke to each other and could take a hint that speaking to any of them further would only slow and hinder the process. So, he simply walked back near the door and leaned on a wall while waiting for the supplies to be ready.
