Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2016 11:17:44 GMT -5
Daario had had the strangest and most serious visit a few nights back that he'd ever received before. Not a bearer of bad news for a change, the messenger was nonetheless jostled, and if looks could only kill his night would have ended a much more permanent way. The man, a tutor he had once known to skulk around Alcazár de Perla, having taught some of his siblings and eventually cousins. He was told that a face he thought he had lost, so many years ago, was found - well, in fact, was never truly lost but the message had never made its way to the surviving Saavedra.
Without taking much time to plan in depth, Daario immediately set orders to fortify the city, strictly forbade travellers from entering the city and to double their scouts for an ambush. He was well aware that this might be a trap, to draw him out of Cervo, whether to attack it or to finish him off, but he couldn't not risk the trip. Having already been summoned to the city of Bordelaix, he had little time to waste, but the Royals could be damned if they thought they were more important to him. Let the Princess have her crown, he much prefer the thought of finding a family member alive and well.
He was assured she was healthy and whole and unharmed, guarantees he had yearned to learn of his sister Maryam but was beyond hope to ever hear. He would not allow himself to truly hope, not until he breached the shore from the tiring, uncomfortable and hastily purchased ride on a cargo ship across the sea to Nyther Isle. He was tired, cranky, dirty, and in much need of some peace of mind, but it wouldn't come. Daario had travelled with a bare minimum of trusted guard, his own weapons, ample gold and documents to legitimize who he claimed as being. Of course, he was also dressed to indicate his home and lineage, but he did not leave anything to chance or an over-abundance of time-expensive questions.
Stopping only long enough to refresh his face and replace the stray hairs that were wiry with travel, he started the task to ask upon a girl whom would have gone - he was informed - by the name of Euria Stone. Anger bubbled at the thought of his family member being reduced to nothing, a beggar of the church. He would decide the truth of the facts given to him when he laid eyes on the girl he thought to remember as sickly, and surely, if they were confirmed, so too would the guilt start to sink in.
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Euria Saavedra
Without taking much time to plan in depth, Daario immediately set orders to fortify the city, strictly forbade travellers from entering the city and to double their scouts for an ambush. He was well aware that this might be a trap, to draw him out of Cervo, whether to attack it or to finish him off, but he couldn't not risk the trip. Having already been summoned to the city of Bordelaix, he had little time to waste, but the Royals could be damned if they thought they were more important to him. Let the Princess have her crown, he much prefer the thought of finding a family member alive and well.
He was assured she was healthy and whole and unharmed, guarantees he had yearned to learn of his sister Maryam but was beyond hope to ever hear. He would not allow himself to truly hope, not until he breached the shore from the tiring, uncomfortable and hastily purchased ride on a cargo ship across the sea to Nyther Isle. He was tired, cranky, dirty, and in much need of some peace of mind, but it wouldn't come. Daario had travelled with a bare minimum of trusted guard, his own weapons, ample gold and documents to legitimize who he claimed as being. Of course, he was also dressed to indicate his home and lineage, but he did not leave anything to chance or an over-abundance of time-expensive questions.
Stopping only long enough to refresh his face and replace the stray hairs that were wiry with travel, he started the task to ask upon a girl whom would have gone - he was informed - by the name of Euria Stone. Anger bubbled at the thought of his family member being reduced to nothing, a beggar of the church. He would decide the truth of the facts given to him when he laid eyes on the girl he thought to remember as sickly, and surely, if they were confirmed, so too would the guilt start to sink in.
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Euria Saavedra