Post by Everett Price on Jan 22, 2016 20:34:11 GMT -5
Along the warf he had walked; keeping his steady, brisk pace, blending in with the crowds, noticeable only for the finer quality of his clothes. And after a week of travel, even that was starting to look mundane -- streaked with dirt, an unfortunate patch singed from a campfire; holes he had attempted to patch on the go. He had not left with a retinue -- that wasn't the Price way. Was it really even Vasile's way? But Everett Price had never been quite a man for appearances -- and as he raked dirty hand through an unkempt forelock of hair, falling in his face, the state of his attire was further from his man than keenly observing Otterloh itself -- a city he had not placed foot in in over three years, at least.
He had made the journey largely on horseback, although he might have preferred walking, if time allowed. But Anneliese Vann's letter had shared a note of urgency, and he did not think her to be an exaggerating kind of woman; with her words fresh in his mind, he had made preparations to leave Dacia and head for her port city, with hopes he would learn from her what happened in the Capital in Bordelaix and still have time to fight the tide of royal inquiry back to his castle. Upon entering the city, he left his horse to be watered and looked after for a few coin at the local livery; preferring to present himself, unencumbered.
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"I am here on invitation from the Lady Vann. Has she returned from Bordelaix?"
His voice was deep, but kind; almost a whisper on the wind if it weren't for the baritone notes. The steward, in turn, requested his name and station, and Everett gave it modestly in reply, not quite meeting the man's eye-line; but when the man made as if to depart, Everett took a half-step backward first, holding up his hand, palm directed towards the guard; as though he were the one more unsure. His implacable face gripped a little tighter, and he shook his head, his longer locks rustling as he moved.
"No, sir. You misunderstand. I wish only to know if the Lady Anneliese, herself, has returned. That is all. If not, I will be on my way."
He had no desire to enter the modest keep at Otterloh unless his friend was present. Everett was not a man made for walls.
@anneliesevann
He had made the journey largely on horseback, although he might have preferred walking, if time allowed. But Anneliese Vann's letter had shared a note of urgency, and he did not think her to be an exaggerating kind of woman; with her words fresh in his mind, he had made preparations to leave Dacia and head for her port city, with hopes he would learn from her what happened in the Capital in Bordelaix and still have time to fight the tide of royal inquiry back to his castle. Upon entering the city, he left his horse to be watered and looked after for a few coin at the local livery; preferring to present himself, unencumbered.
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"I am here on invitation from the Lady Vann. Has she returned from Bordelaix?"
His voice was deep, but kind; almost a whisper on the wind if it weren't for the baritone notes. The steward, in turn, requested his name and station, and Everett gave it modestly in reply, not quite meeting the man's eye-line; but when the man made as if to depart, Everett took a half-step backward first, holding up his hand, palm directed towards the guard; as though he were the one more unsure. His implacable face gripped a little tighter, and he shook his head, his longer locks rustling as he moved.
"No, sir. You misunderstand. I wish only to know if the Lady Anneliese, herself, has returned. That is all. If not, I will be on my way."
He had no desire to enter the modest keep at Otterloh unless his friend was present. Everett was not a man made for walls.
@anneliesevann