Piram Agrivar finished buy putting on the golden cloak. Phaedrin looked on with approval. Agrivar noticed and asked, "presentable?" Phaedrin replied "You now look like the knight I first met those long ears ago. I see you are wearing the colors of old." "Yes, we need to be known in these lands, that honor and justice still survive. These may be new lands, but evil is old... and it too lives." Turning with a wave, Piram walked out and rode for Vesper. He had heard there would be a council this day, and it was time to see if the town of Vesper would be a good spot for the outpost.
Riding into Vesper across one of it's many bridges, Piram felt at ease. He had heard much good abut the town, it's people, and it's governorship. Much like the old home he knew before joining the crusades. Wintermoor was an impressive sight in the glory days. Riding with his old liege Py Lethius and the other proud knights were some of his best days. Now that the crusades were over he yearned to recapture that feeling once more. Perhaps this sleepy little town was exactly what was called for.
As he approached near the town's bank, many strangers offered a warm greeting. Piram as usual responded "Greetins". Piram is not a gregarious fellow. He has always preferred his actions speak for him. He prefers to observe and watch. Folks true colors always come to light from what they do, more than what they say. His goal this evening was to observe the meeting's actions and reactions.
He seated himself away from the others. Partly due to nature, partly to be free to observe without influence from anyone that might sit with him. As expected the usual pomp began. Lords and ladies dressed in the finest. He noticed a contingent of the local guard on hand. A capable looking lot... that was indeed good.
After a time, the meeting adjourned. There was to be a hunt after... but Piram needed to return to the others and discuss his thoughts. He found the people to be friendly and warm, the guard appeared stalwart and strong. However he was most pleased and impressed by the lady governor. Here was a person of power that wielded that power with thought and compassion... and he had not seen that since his time under Lord Lethius
Riding into Vesper across one of it's many bridges, Piram felt at ease. He had heard much good abut the town, it's people, and it's governorship. Much like the old home he knew before joining the crusades. Wintermoor was an impressive sight in the glory days. Riding with his old liege Py Lethius and the other proud knights were some of his best days. Now that the crusades were over he yearned to recapture that feeling once more. Perhaps this sleepy little town was exactly what was called for.
As he approached near the town's bank, many strangers offered a warm greeting. Piram as usual responded "Greetins". Piram is not a gregarious fellow. He has always preferred his actions speak for him. He prefers to observe and watch. Folks true colors always come to light from what they do, more than what they say. His goal this evening was to observe the meeting's actions and reactions.
He seated himself away from the others. Partly due to nature, partly to be free to observe without influence from anyone that might sit with him. As expected the usual pomp began. Lords and ladies dressed in the finest. He noticed a contingent of the local guard on hand. A capable looking lot... that was indeed good.
After a time, the meeting adjourned. There was to be a hunt after... but Piram needed to return to the others and discuss his thoughts. He found the people to be friendly and warm, the guard appeared stalwart and strong. However he was most pleased and impressed by the lady governor. Here was a person of power that wielded that power with thought and compassion... and he had not seen that since his time under Lord Lethius