52nd of Fall, 514 AV
He was a Warden in all but rank. With all the Wardens currently alive and well on Sahova there was no room for the initiate to move up into a full rank. While he waited for the unfortunate demise of one guardian, Darin had chosen an off-island assignment. It was a rare chance that had been highly contested among the Wardens. They never liked to do what the undead masters said, but some opportunities put pride in the closet. He might be the first Warden to ever survive to leave the island, of course he would be heading back soon.
He wore painstakingly oiled leather armor, and smelled like horse and travel. It wasn’t that he was dirty just that his life had let to a certain cologna that the refined ladies of Ravok might find offensive. The Warden’s Initiate had elected to wait a few yards away from the Lakeshore Outpost. During his assignment the Ravokian’s dislike of outsiders had been hinted at, and he had no desire to leave either horse with potential enemies. In lieu of fetching the boy himself Darin had hired a page to retrieve this Verin Rush.
Behind him the horses picked at the meager mid-Autumn sprouts. One stood grand, brazen flash of white against the early morning shadows of the forest. This mare was no beast of burden, her legs slender and sculpted, for those few versed in breeds she was a Frostmarch. Next to her a lazy elder Gilding mare grazed. Both had full sets of tack and even some survival gear in their saddle bags. If Darin had intended to wait he would have taken proper care of the animals, was it was they had only just been saddle a few hours prior. One charge delivered to Ravok, time to pick up a few more.
Darin had only been given one name on his list to return with, Verin Rush. There had been an implication though, that more might follow the young man. If so Darin was prepared to purchase further supplies at this southern trading post. It may be better to send one of the natives in though if Ravokians so detested foreigners. The rugged human shrugged and waited, sitting on a stump, no doubt due for pulling.
The entire need to maintain a wealthy facade somewhat disturbed the wilderness man, but it seemed to matter to the few Ravokians he saw prancing about. If Mr. Rush was one such individual he would be in for a rude awakening…
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He was a Warden in all but rank. With all the Wardens currently alive and well on Sahova there was no room for the initiate to move up into a full rank. While he waited for the unfortunate demise of one guardian, Darin had chosen an off-island assignment. It was a rare chance that had been highly contested among the Wardens. They never liked to do what the undead masters said, but some opportunities put pride in the closet. He might be the first Warden to ever survive to leave the island, of course he would be heading back soon.
He wore painstakingly oiled leather armor, and smelled like horse and travel. It wasn’t that he was dirty just that his life had let to a certain cologna that the refined ladies of Ravok might find offensive. The Warden’s Initiate had elected to wait a few yards away from the Lakeshore Outpost. During his assignment the Ravokian’s dislike of outsiders had been hinted at, and he had no desire to leave either horse with potential enemies. In lieu of fetching the boy himself Darin had hired a page to retrieve this Verin Rush.
Behind him the horses picked at the meager mid-Autumn sprouts. One stood grand, brazen flash of white against the early morning shadows of the forest. This mare was no beast of burden, her legs slender and sculpted, for those few versed in breeds she was a Frostmarch. Next to her a lazy elder Gilding mare grazed. Both had full sets of tack and even some survival gear in their saddle bags. If Darin had intended to wait he would have taken proper care of the animals, was it was they had only just been saddle a few hours prior. One charge delivered to Ravok, time to pick up a few more.
Darin had only been given one name on his list to return with, Verin Rush. There had been an implication though, that more might follow the young man. If so Darin was prepared to purchase further supplies at this southern trading post. It may be better to send one of the natives in though if Ravokians so detested foreigners. The rugged human shrugged and waited, sitting on a stump, no doubt due for pulling.
The entire need to maintain a wealthy facade somewhat disturbed the wilderness man, but it seemed to matter to the few Ravokians he saw prancing about. If Mr. Rush was one such individual he would be in for a rude awakening…
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