“This is where we part for the moment, Misha.” A woman who clearly bare the markings from one of the few tribes around Atris, had halted her rather... Peculiar steed. A white tiger nearly the size of a horse, growled softly at its companion's remark, but did not obstruct Krisiries when she had stepped of its back. “Go play in the forest while I tend to today's business, okay?” The woman gave the white tiger a kiss on its cheek as she gently stroked the creature's chin, before hiking whatever distance was left from her and the city of Bran. Not too much it seemed, as the higher buildings and strong walls has already revealed themselves to Krisiries' sight.
“Name, miss?” Two guards had lowered their spears in front of the gate, obstructing passage for the woman before them.
First time visiting the capital, or any major city for that matter, and already Krisiries had her fill for today. Surely, she hadn't opposed any threat to the guardsmen, and Misha had not followed her in secret. “Err... Krisiries, I am here on behalf of this poster.” With reluctance and annoyance, the woman pulled a sheet of paper from her satchel and pressed it into the guard's face.
“Of course, please enter.” Being stared at for what appeared to be an eternity, Krisiries continued her walk into Bran, not paying any more mind to the guardsmen that had not done well for her today.
Fortress In Stone, is what the Elder had called the building Krisiries had to go to, but what it would look like, was a different question entirely. It wasn't long before the staring of frightened locals had attracted the attention of the guards, and a few of them had offered Krisiries to guide her to the castle.
Once there, the woman was let through the amazingly large halls made out of thick stone, presumably led to the Queen. But nay, the guards had already figured her reasoning for visiting Bran, and escorted Krisiries to the back stables, where other able men and women had gathered. Mercenaries, obviously. Krisiries had seen quite a few of them in her years. Some even made the mistake of trying to rob her clan from any valuables. Poor bastards only tried that once.
Vaguely thanking her escorts with a nod, the woman seated herself a few inches away from the nearest person, and gave her full attention and care to one of the horses that had stood idly in their tiny housing.
“Name, miss?” Two guards had lowered their spears in front of the gate, obstructing passage for the woman before them.
First time visiting the capital, or any major city for that matter, and already Krisiries had her fill for today. Surely, she hadn't opposed any threat to the guardsmen, and Misha had not followed her in secret. “Err... Krisiries, I am here on behalf of this poster.” With reluctance and annoyance, the woman pulled a sheet of paper from her satchel and pressed it into the guard's face.
“Of course, please enter.” Being stared at for what appeared to be an eternity, Krisiries continued her walk into Bran, not paying any more mind to the guardsmen that had not done well for her today.
Fortress In Stone, is what the Elder had called the building Krisiries had to go to, but what it would look like, was a different question entirely. It wasn't long before the staring of frightened locals had attracted the attention of the guards, and a few of them had offered Krisiries to guide her to the castle.
Once there, the woman was let through the amazingly large halls made out of thick stone, presumably led to the Queen. But nay, the guards had already figured her reasoning for visiting Bran, and escorted Krisiries to the back stables, where other able men and women had gathered. Mercenaries, obviously. Krisiries had seen quite a few of them in her years. Some even made the mistake of trying to rob her clan from any valuables. Poor bastards only tried that once.
Vaguely thanking her escorts with a nod, the woman seated herself a few inches away from the nearest person, and gave her full attention and care to one of the horses that had stood idly in their tiny housing.