After an hour of waiting on his weapons to be sharpened, Dandre slides his two steel swords into his sheathe. He coughs slightly, he needed to get some food soon; been too long since he had a decent meal. Dandre turns and begins to walk up the hill.
"You should head to the keep since you just just arrived. His majesty may want to meet you.", the Orc blacksmith says to Dandre's back. Dandre turns back and gives a slight nod.
Dandre walks up the hill, thinking to himself about why he would really need to meet this king, but he decides it would probably be for best to do so. He heads up through the city heading for the keep, getting lost several times among all the turns and dead ends.
Finally, he makes it to the keep. He is stopped at the entrance by two guards, "State your business inside."
Oh you got to be kidding me..., he thinks to himself, "I need to see 'his majesty'. I just arrived in the city and was told it would be best to come see this guy.", he says aloud sarcastically to the guards.
"Hand over your weapons, remain still, and keep your arms where I can see them.", one of the guards says to Dandre.
Dandre takes a step back, not about to relinquish anything over he places his hand on his swords handle, "Not happening.", he simply says.
The guards pull their own weapons out, one a sword, the other an axe, "We won't ask again stranger."
Dandre tightens his grip, ready to withdraw his swords as he stares the two guards down, I'm really starting to dislike this place and their guards..., he thinks to himself.
The trio stare each other down intently, the guards holding their stance ready to attack Dandre if need be.