Noon, 18th of Summer, 510 AV
Traveler's Row
Traveler's Row
John's boots thumped softly on the ground as he strode down the corridor. Weaving through the crowded hallway, he emerged out into the semi-fresh air of Traveler's Row.
Dressed in a simple cloth shirt and pants, with boots, gloves and a belt, he consciously appreciated the lack of armor. Days off were nice. Perfect for practice. Thus he made his way down the cobbles of the Row, two wooden shields slung over one shoulder, a pair of practice swords tucked under the other.
The knight started to make his way down the long length of wall that was the Row. Glancing at the apartment number he saw that he still had quite some ways to go. Several minutes later he started approaching the four hundreds, and started looking at nearly ever door.
397...402...408...411...416...424...425...426...427...
428. He smiled and stopped in front of room four twenty eight. Hoping he had remembered it right, for it had been ten days, and he'd not written it down, he walked up to the door and used the practice swords to rap on it several times. Then, stepping back, he waited.