The City of Almask
It was 2 weeks since your father gave a royal decree that you were to go with a troop of royal guards to the border city of Almask, the merchants near the city had suffered a sudden rash of attacks by bandits and the governor of Almask had asked for aid from the crown.
The real work was to be done by the guards but your presence was to show the king took the trouble seriously.
The sun was rising in the sky, peering out the windows of the carriage the grey walls of the city are just becoming visible, along the road to the city a trickle of people can be seen entering and leaving the city many seem to be merchants and the like their loaded wagons obvious even at this distance.
The only other occupant of the carriage sighed "Please remember to curb your enthusiasm and maintain the dignity of your position when we arrive" she said with a smile. Lady Alisha Brandon, priestess of Dol Arrah the patron goddess of your house.
Alisha has been with your companion, advisor and some would say keeper for as long as you can remember. You were good friends and Alisha often teased you like this.
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