The Dragon King (main)
During the voyage, Olven Wolf insisted he be barricaded in his cabin. He had spent most of his time below decks, only rarely emerging for a brief respite of fresh air and the salty smell of the sea. With him were two others, a squire he had taken on named Michel and a manservant named Tomas.
Michel was a young lad, from a minor noble house, scarcely thirteen and perhaps 70 pounds soaking wet, with a wild mop of blonde hair, big green eyes, and freckles. Michel had been recommended to Wolf by the King of Kalaman, and Olven had taken to train the boy as best as he could in the proper use of an axe, spear, knife, and crossbow. However, Michel insists on wearing a longsword and training with it, and though Olven knows nothing of the weapon, he does his best to at least give the boy a training partner.
Tomas was an older man in his fifties, graying hair, and well-manicured sideburns. He often smiled and was quick to crack a joke, and Olven welcomed the levity, especially for its influence on Michel. Once Olven would have joined in with gladness, and part of him still desired to do so, but another, more powerful side of him was given to irritation and annoyance. Other than his daily training sessions with Michel, Olven left the members of his entourage to their own devices.
Now Olven stands in the street with the others. His clothes are of a finer cut than he was wont to wear in the past, his shirt fine woven, brilliant blue cotton with silk brocade and ruffles at its neck and sleeves, his trousers linen, and his boots of calf’s leather. The only weapon he wears is a long knife in a sheath inlaid of pearl. Tomas carries a bundle with Olven’s armor and weapons. Michel rounds out the ensemble with his longsword sheathed in its hilt.
”Yes, well, let’s get on with it,” the former mercenary says, shading an eye as he looks up at the Tower of Sorcery. ”The sooner we sort this business out, the sooner we can move on to meet with the Baron.”