Paxus Asclepius
First Post
"Well, as large as can be done from Palanthas. Besides, small the barracks might be, but location is always more valuable than comfort."
(OoC: Not a problem. I've edited my post to remove the reference to the bit you've edited out of your post... That's a whole lot of editing we've got there... )Goddess FallenAngel said:[OOC: Sorry, Jarval, Aleahea is a Knight of the Crown, not Sword. I haven't a clue as to what I was thinking when I typed that last post. Anyway, I corrected my last post, and will pretend I didn't flub that....]
Paxus Asclepius said:"Well, as large as can be done from Palanthas. Besides, small the barracks might be, but location is always more valuable than comfort."
Shalimar said:The young knight stops in the bakery and treats herself to a sticky bun, she smiled as the warmth suffused her stomach. Shale sat herself beneath a tree, her back against the trunk, looking up at the passing traffic along the lane, heading both towards and away from the castle.
Brother Shatterstone said:A soft rap on the door father distracted Aurnia from her reading, though she showed no anger at the disruption as there was no doubt it was Lesalar, her servant while she was here, whom she had instructed was to make sure she awake by waking hour, or to bring her new of Tristram arrival.
Tristram was one of her dearest friends, though their relationship had always been more sibling in nature, whom her father, Cadman Shatterstone, had adopted as he realized the knightly potential in Tristram. Aurnia had realized it too, and instead of a rivalry forming for her father attention only friendship blossomed.
Glancing over the tops of her glasses Aurnia peered out the window trying to judge the time of day by the amount of light, or in this case the lack of it, before she acknowledge the knocking at her chamber door. Her only answer was the small frown that formed on her pale face; it was simply too hard to tell the time from this room.
Speaking softly, as to not disturb others in nearby rooms, Aurnia finally acknowledges the door, “Lesalar, please come in.”
As she waited for him to enter she delicately closed the large tome and scooted from her lap onto the bed next to her.
A small smile of greeting forms behind her glassed framed face as Lesalar enters the room, “Do you bring news of Tristram uth Rhys, or has the waking hour finally arrived?”