Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

With that bit of business now concluded and no casualties to have to clean up after, Richard dismissed everyone but his advisory committee and arranged for his best emissary, Lucius, to be sent to the prearranged meeting place. After a heated argument with said advisers to include a guard detail, Richard used his infinite authority to announce that such a thing was unnecessary. The emissary would be plainly clothed - though there would be armor beneath the dusty cotton robes - and riding an unmarked horse on top of that, he would be packing very lightly, making him a very unappealing target for raiders or those who might seek to undermine the integrity of this treaty. Within the hour, Lucius was sent off it would be some time before they heard from him. Richard could only wait and hope that this attempt at forging a peaceful contract would work, else they might be headed for a very costly war. Elsewhere, young Abel was working the stable of Trystram's horse Valor, as was part of his duty as a Squire. He had to do the dirty work, but he by no means took pleasure in doing it. He personally saw horses as unruly creatures that served no useful purpose, despite what others might have thought. Sure, one could ride them into battle or across vast distances and have a significant speed advantage, but what of a man's own two legs? Was that not good enough? Still, he held his tongue lest it get him into trouble before he completed his task Lord knows that's happened to him more often than not. Whether it was back-sassing an elder or a verbal retort to the other unwashed children who formed small raiding gangs, his harsh words could and often did get him into quite a situation. And ironically, despite being under the care of someone so high up the aristocratic ladder, the streets were where he felt the most comfortable perhaps it was because he'd grown up there for so long by himself, that he simply integrated the unspoken rules into his nature. And perhaps, that 'weakness' of being a street rat was the source of tenacity that gave him the edge he needed to compete with the seven others working under the masters of the Inner Circle. But he was the underdog, the one no one expected to make it through the rest were well-groomed sons of nobility, he'd show them just what a street-rat could do. That all their 'perfection' and 'purity of blood' meant little when it came to skill one thing Trystram had hammered into Abel's was that no one was born a master swordsman, a master knight. It required hard work and perseverance, and that's what it all boiled down to. But if there was one thing that struck his curiosity, it was this current conflict between the other races. To be honest, Abel had little knowledge of the current situation all that he did know for certain was that there was a lot of bad blood between the Elves and Humans, along with other minor races. He'd tried to ask about it, but he never really got answers that he thought were clear. There had been a lot of fighting over territory and the like, but the child had yet to understand the true nature of the conflict between these two major races. Abel had never seen an Elf with his own two eyes he had however, seen an artist's depiction of one. A female, given that the Elf in question had breasts he was caught surprised by the presence of long, pointed ears. There were certainly some strange creatures out there he'd originally thought the large blacksmith was a giant, but the large man merely laughed at his naivete and told him that he was just born larger. His old home of Knavesmire allowed him some sightings of Dwarves he too found those creatures odd. Human-like, but much shorter and from what he'd heard, some of the most skilled blacksmiths this world had ever seen. It was here that Abel realized he was getting off-track and hurriedly finished cleaning and grooming the four-legged beast after that was done, he returned to Trystram's quarters, where his next and final task awaited him Polishing the Head Paladin's armor . He'd cleaned it several times, but it still was one of the things that put Abel into a state of awe. He had a secret desire to put it on, just to try it he knew, however, that a harsh punishment awaited him should he be caught doing something so brash. After removing the cape attached to the shoulders by unfastening the shoulder brackets, he took the vial of polish and set to work.