by Cpt._Funkotron » Tue Sep 25, 2018 7:34 pm
Leiryn is escorted through the shambles of the town, clearly having been recently sacked. Whereas the common grunts are camped without, the knights and squires are quartered within the houses and shops. He is taken up to the mead hall, a long, imposing structure atop the hill. Inside, firepits line the center, ringed by trestles and benches on either side. This is clearly where they're storing their loot, for a hillock of treasure occupies most of the left wing of the structure. On the right, hostages, bound hand and foot, and lashed to the pillars, a few of them gagged. Most of them are women, in fact almost all of them appear to be the ladies they were meant to escort. Terwynn is among them, without her armor or weapons, gagged very thoroughly. Audofleda herself is not bound, but sat beside the commander at the head table, with her hand reluctantly in his. The man in question appears to be in his thirties, with dark eyes and hair, in a green velvet jerkin. Flanked on either side of the pair, four knights in heraldic surcoats, from right to left, displaying a fox, a tower, a crescent, and a leviathan. The commander turns his head from Audofleda to greet the newcomer.
"He came lookng for Sir Terwynn, sire." explains the sentry.
"Did he, now? Thank you, you can return to your post" replies the commander. "Sir, I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting, I am Sir Blains, Praetor of Levcomagus. And who might you be?"