Kaden flung the door to his shack open and threw his hunting sack down on the table. Barely bigger than a prison cell, and less inviting than any dungeon in Britannia, many people would have been hard pressed to have lived in such a place. But Kaden was oblivious to such qualities. To him, all he saw was that this place was quiet – and quiet meant no people.
Kaden wasn’t one for socialising much – he had kept to himself for many years; hunting various animals and, on occasion, the odd miscreant, usually elven, who had the misfortune to cross his path. He sat down at the table, kicked his boots off, and opened the leather sack in front of him.
It was then that he noticed a letter that had been left on the table, addressed to him. Curious; it had the emblem of the Royal Council embedded into the seal. Kaden opened the letter, and laid it out on the table as he sorted through the contents of the sack.
Kaden played with a recently severed drow ear for a moment, pondering over the invitation that had been extended to him. So impersonal, not even signed by the new King himself. And why would he be picked? He had left on bad terms with his superiors, with whom he had disagreed with over the running of the Royal Council.
Now that they were gone, however, perhaps things would be different? After all, things recently had been hard for Kaden – life as a huntsman was not as profitable as it once was and with the recent town invasions and local trade slacking off, much of his income had been sourced from contracts, usually take out against drow.
Kaden looked over to his old officer’s armour in the corner of the shack, behind some hides. He picked it up and cleaned some of the mould and tarnish off with the sleeve of his shirt. A few missing rings here and there, nothing that couldn’t be fixed soon enough. His time for retirement had not yet come, so fate would seem..
Kaden Marsten ~ A Newly Minted Captain of the Royal Britannian Guard...
I have encountered this individual twice now and he seems friendly and eager to please in his new role, some times too friendly I think and I wonder where his alliances really lie...
Andrasta
GRL
Atlantic Shard
Kaden wasn’t one for socialising much – he had kept to himself for many years; hunting various animals and, on occasion, the odd miscreant, usually elven, who had the misfortune to cross his path. He sat down at the table, kicked his boots off, and opened the leather sack in front of him.
It was then that he noticed a letter that had been left on the table, addressed to him. Curious; it had the emblem of the Royal Council embedded into the seal. Kaden opened the letter, and laid it out on the table as he sorted through the contents of the sack.
Kaden played with a recently severed drow ear for a moment, pondering over the invitation that had been extended to him. So impersonal, not even signed by the new King himself. And why would he be picked? He had left on bad terms with his superiors, with whom he had disagreed with over the running of the Royal Council.
Now that they were gone, however, perhaps things would be different? After all, things recently had been hard for Kaden – life as a huntsman was not as profitable as it once was and with the recent town invasions and local trade slacking off, much of his income had been sourced from contracts, usually take out against drow.
Kaden looked over to his old officer’s armour in the corner of the shack, behind some hides. He picked it up and cleaned some of the mould and tarnish off with the sleeve of his shirt. A few missing rings here and there, nothing that couldn’t be fixed soon enough. His time for retirement had not yet come, so fate would seem..
Kaden Marsten ~ A Newly Minted Captain of the Royal Britannian Guard...
I have encountered this individual twice now and he seems friendly and eager to please in his new role, some times too friendly I think and I wonder where his alliances really lie...
Andrasta
GRL
Atlantic Shard