1st of Summer 517
Balian starred up at the signpost hanging over the door as he walked out. Armoury, it read. A brief flashback flooded his mind, back to the day he first joined the order and had been given the gear meant for members of the order. The symmetry of it seemed almost poetic; he had started this chapter of his life by going to the armoury in the Mithryn outpost, and he was about to end this chapter by going to the armoury here in citadel.
The order had come unexpectedly. Borr Ulrdin had approached Balian just as the squire’s shift at his post that morning was ending. In truth, Bali heard his Patron before he saw him; his thunderous laughter was unmistakable, even in the open air of the court yard. What ever joke Sir Uldrin had heard was lost as the knight approached his squire, his eyes with the typical mischievous gleam to them. “New orders, boy..” Balian groaned internally, both because he never much cared for how Borr almost never addressed him by his name, and because he was sure what ever new task the order had given them was sure to be tedious. “…we’re t’provide escort to tomorrow’s caravan headen to Riverfall, … and to report to the outpost there.” Balian stood there and started to sigh, before the true meaning of what his Patron had said. “..what? Report…to the outpost?” In truth Balian was unsure how to take the news. Surely they mean Mithryn outpost?
“That’s right, boy, we’re headin’ to Riverfall. Thought you migh’ like tha’. If you’d prefer to stay….”
“No!, no…I’ll..ah… I’ll get ready Sir Uldrin!” a huge grin had found residence on the squires face, Balians response was given in haste, cutting off his patron. While Knights might find that a lack of discipline, Borr simply laughed. “Good lad!” the man said as he patted Balian on the back. The two had started making their way towards the Castle as they talked. “There is one thing, though” Borr continued. “Yer to return the loaned gear back to the Armoury. Yer not a knight yet, so ye don’t get to keep yer gear.” Balian stopped for a second, looking down at his armour. Balian felt conflicted. It served its purpose of keeping him relatively protected, however it was neither the best quality, having undoubtedly seen years of use before him, and, to Balian at least, it was to constrictive. Then again, he did not have any replacements. “But Sir, surely the Order cant expect to me to escort anything without gear, do they?” Borr stopped and simply looked back and shrugged, “You’ll have to buy what ya need.” With that, the knight continued walking into the citadel. Right as he was about to enter the main corridor that acted as a street he turned back and yelled. “I’ll meet ye, out here tomorrow first light, to wait for the caravan!”
As such, Balian now found himself standing outside the armoury, sans gear. He positively looked like a civilian.
Balian starred up at the signpost hanging over the door as he walked out. Armoury, it read. A brief flashback flooded his mind, back to the day he first joined the order and had been given the gear meant for members of the order. The symmetry of it seemed almost poetic; he had started this chapter of his life by going to the armoury in the Mithryn outpost, and he was about to end this chapter by going to the armoury here in citadel.
The order had come unexpectedly. Borr Ulrdin had approached Balian just as the squire’s shift at his post that morning was ending. In truth, Bali heard his Patron before he saw him; his thunderous laughter was unmistakable, even in the open air of the court yard. What ever joke Sir Uldrin had heard was lost as the knight approached his squire, his eyes with the typical mischievous gleam to them. “New orders, boy..” Balian groaned internally, both because he never much cared for how Borr almost never addressed him by his name, and because he was sure what ever new task the order had given them was sure to be tedious. “…we’re t’provide escort to tomorrow’s caravan headen to Riverfall, … and to report to the outpost there.” Balian stood there and started to sigh, before the true meaning of what his Patron had said. “..what? Report…to the outpost?” In truth Balian was unsure how to take the news. Surely they mean Mithryn outpost?
“That’s right, boy, we’re headin’ to Riverfall. Thought you migh’ like tha’. If you’d prefer to stay….”
“No!, no…I’ll..ah… I’ll get ready Sir Uldrin!” a huge grin had found residence on the squires face, Balians response was given in haste, cutting off his patron. While Knights might find that a lack of discipline, Borr simply laughed. “Good lad!” the man said as he patted Balian on the back. The two had started making their way towards the Castle as they talked. “There is one thing, though” Borr continued. “Yer to return the loaned gear back to the Armoury. Yer not a knight yet, so ye don’t get to keep yer gear.” Balian stopped for a second, looking down at his armour. Balian felt conflicted. It served its purpose of keeping him relatively protected, however it was neither the best quality, having undoubtedly seen years of use before him, and, to Balian at least, it was to constrictive. Then again, he did not have any replacements. “But Sir, surely the Order cant expect to me to escort anything without gear, do they?” Borr stopped and simply looked back and shrugged, “You’ll have to buy what ya need.” With that, the knight continued walking into the citadel. Right as he was about to enter the main corridor that acted as a street he turned back and yelled. “I’ll meet ye, out here tomorrow first light, to wait for the caravan!”
As such, Balian now found himself standing outside the armoury, sans gear. He positively looked like a civilian.
