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Clyde stood a short distance outside one of the gates of Syliras, waiting.
Waiting wasn't something he enjoyed doing, and so when he did do it he did so impatiently.
Of course, he was partially to blame, and he had conjured up the expedition, and had come out early to the agreed meeting spot. He wasn't even sure who he was meeting, just that two squires were coming along to follow his lead on the expedition.
He had an idea, a somewhat weird one, for a Magecrafting device. In order to make it, he would need some material from a yukman. While the knighthood had shown some interest in the item, they weren't willing to track down and obtain the desired materials to make it, which meant he had to do so himself.
Using his contacts he had sent a request to the knighthood requesting a few squires to aid him in said endeavor. After all, he was a mage, not a combat adept squire used to swinging steel. He smiled to himself at the thought, and its irony.
He was also pretty sure one of the squires was to be delivering some intelligence, some info on where some yukmen had been sighted nearby in the bronze woods. He wasn't sure however how far it would be, so he had brought his supplies for an overnight stay in the woods.
His personal tent, a bedroll, along with some simple glyphing supplies were carried in his backpack. Along with that he had bought six days of simple trail rations for them, enough for each to eat two days. He didn't expect their trip to last longer than that.
He also had a single hammer, and had bought some thick oiled butchers paper, for use in storing his... Items of yukmen. There was also a glass vial or two, for use in storing some yukmen blood.
Along with that he had Rye at his side, his trained guard dog that stared about with his unusual red eyes, Cha his ever present companion and staff in his hand, and a new set of cotton robes across his chest.
Cha was the identifying mark, an unusual blue staff tended to draw notice. He had simply told the contact, which had told the squires in turn, to look for the man in robes and with a blue staff in hand, outside the north gates of Syliras at 8th bell.
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