"Why do you think I decided to get down and walk the horse into the sentry line? Any pause to stretch the legs is better than staying astride the horse."
After what seems to be hours but in reality is only minutes a fresh faced young ensign arrives on horseback with a squad of men and address the party.. "I am the Marquis Oldton the officer of the watch..please follow me into the inner perimeters. Sadly I must ask you to ride so that we may all see your hands until your identiy has been confirmed I do hope you understand"
"THIS is why I remained in the saddle, Ewan," says Nijel as he follows the Marquis. "I knew that as soon as I had dismounted, someone would require me to ride again," he says with a wink to Ewan.
Roak nods to the Marquis. "Of course, Your Grace. Such precautions are completely understood. We shall follow." Roak puts a heel to his charger's flank, nudging the stallion into motion.
OOC: What is the proper styling for a Marquis in the Four Lands? Is "Your Grace" appropriate?
The party is led thru several layers of pickets until at last they reach a large clearing surronded on three sides by the dense forrest but open to the west overlooking miles of pasture land. Bordering the west is a small stream with a high stone embankment leading up to the camp proper. Perphaps some 1500 tents are aligned in ordered rows surronding a central square upon which numerous large pavillions can be seen. Being taken directly into the square and then to one of the pavillions the party is bid to be seated and are soon joined by an officer."I have been told you bring dispatches....may i see them"