#1 Prologue: The Wild Regions of Pictland
The Man at arms named Epeus, had just come of guard duty. A few hours of walking the battlements of the fort with his bill. The only view was the distant trees, that seemed to always be watching him and his mates, in silent disapproval, for their temerity of invading the forest.
Just as Epeus was heading for the barracks to get cleaned up, one of the Sergeants, stopped him, and informed the man at arms, he was required at some sort of meeting, and to make haste. The man hardly had time to stop by the armory to secure his bill, then double time it toward the place of the meeting.
Epeus was headed for the residence where the Baron resided, and wondered if he had done something so wrong, it was the Baron that would pass judgement upon him. Never in his life, did he think, a resident of Tarantia’s slums, would end up in the same room with a noble, let alone a Baron. He was ushered into the building by the guard and was directed to a room with others from the fort.
The man at arms was late to the party, as he came stomping into the room still garbed for guard duty, sweaty and smelly. One look at everyone that stared at him, as he made his grand, and tardy entrance, Epeus, knew he was late, and looked a mess. But he did his best to put on the best face he could. The man at arms came to attention. “ Reporting as ordered, Sir…Err.. Milord... Sir.”