Re: IC: Gathering of Realms
Rain, most times welcomed, for its benefit to the crops, refreshing rivers and streams, and making clean the air and land. But the very thought of the word brought a curse to the lips, of the second son, of House Ashfield. The Gods had pissed a cities population worth upon those that traveled this mud field, called a road, these many days. Only with the dawn, did the sky offer a change for the better, with the sun making a brief appearance.
Mathys, with his squire Leon, that trailed at his side, had taken up a position in the advance guard of the caravan. He was wet,chilled,saddle sore, and just plain bored with the whole journey. But it was nothing that a warm hearth, decent wine, and the arms of a buxom serving girl, could not set to rights. Ser Mathys was speaking with his Squire, as he rode along the muddy road, with several Knights of Ashfield. " By the Seven, Leon, I could drink a tavern dry, and hump a Sand Viper whore, by now. It will be good to get to our destination." He chuckled and tapped spurs to his horse, to take it into a canter ahead of the others.
When Ser Mathys saw the lone man standing in the road, Mathys took his measure, as concerned if he was armed, and with what, type of garb, and body language. Next his eyes darted around the area, seeking potential enemies, hidden or otherwise. He slowed the horse to walk, and removed the leather loop from his longsword, but did not draw it, not yet. Leon had his shield, so his coat of arms was evident to the stranger. He did not address the man, as it was common for the low born to offer respects to their betters.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 21:31, Fri 12 Dec 2014.