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When the Warden arrived in Sotale the city ground to a halt.
All had heard of the hulking, almost demonic figures who walked the Empire and meted out Imperial justice. It was said that if one appeared in your town it was only to burn the entire region. Now one had appeared in the Northern province of the Empire; most saw this as a portent of doom. A few people, however, would take this situation for what it was, an opportunity.
Keldur knew the score well, he arrived in the city at the front gate. An entrance reserved only for armies or a visiting royal; he had known cities to keep him waiting for hours as they debated how best to ask him to leave. He wouldn't leave though, not when she wanted him to enter. No, he had a task to do and nothing would keep him from succeeding. However, in accordance with the traditions of the Empire; he was obliged to wait for these simpletons to-
The large heavy gates to Sotale began to creek open. A breath of air shot out of the new space and into Keldur's face. His armor, helm and mask kept him from feeling a thing but his cloak billowed with the force of the gust, revealing dark, heavy armor to the waiting crowd of officials before Keldur pulled the cloak back across his frame with a quick flick of his arm. Without waiting for the gate to finish opening the Warden strode forward. The officials of the city, realizing that he was moving, also began to approach.
They met just inside the city.
Imperial tradition dictated that the entrants to any city in the Empire fall to one knee in front of the official at the entrance, hand over their weapons and declare that they would follow all the city's laws and customs. However, tradition also dictated that any visitors arriving through the Main Gate would receive the fealty of the city's officials. However, that was for the benefit of a visiting royal or for the Imperial Army. The Warden was neither of those. As such, no official in the city would want to lose face by offering fealty to a lone warrior.
But Keldur was a Warden, one of the elite of the Empire. He had been created to enforce the will of its ruler and answered only to her. It was not pride which kept him from bending knee but simple fact. His code would not allow it.
And so, in silence, they waited.
Finally, under groaning knees and with an air of indignation, the city’s officials, council members and dignitaries descended to one knee at their gates for the Warden. Keldur nodded curtly and strode forward, passing them as they hurried to their feet and made to accompany him.
Walking through the city Keldur sighed beneath his mask. Officially the shining example of prosperous Imperial rule, Sotalle was proving…disappointing. Foregoing an escort, the Warden walked the streets of the city while the city’s officials hurried onto their mounts and hurried for the safety of the city’s upper levels.
Keldur walked the streets of the city; his long strides carrying him quickly past the beggars and the urchins in his path. Within about half an hour he had traversed the city and was now in its royal quarters.
Obeying Imperial tradition, the Warden stepped out onto the road outside his building, the long spear that he carried was in his hand; hardly pausing, Keldur raised the spear and thrust it into the road just outside his building. When the blade hit the dirt a small blue spark carried from the Warden’s hand and into the dirt, binding the spear to that spot until Keldur removed it.
‘Citizens of the Empire.’ Keldur spoke firmly, allowing the nature of the city’s streets to carry his voice from the highest reaches to its lowest depths. ‘I am an Imperial Warden here under the authority of the Imperiatrix herself. I speak with her voice.’ Happy that he was now announced, Keldur took a step forward into the street. He was struck at how different the upper level of the city was, there was little in the way of grime as though the streets were sandswept every day, there were no beggars or even street merchants. Yet there was little in the way of life, everyone in the upper level seemed dull, mundane and regimented. Not the people he sought. However, in the tradition of the Empire, Keldur knew that his voice would only be heard by those who were meant to hear. So he continued.
‘I am here to call upon you to join my quest outside the Empire. We will journey past its borders and away from its protection.’ This was usually what put people off, no one was ever very desperate to venture away from their homes. ‘The dangers we face will be great, you may not return here and, if you do, you will not be the same.’ This was true about any journey he had taken. ‘Yet you are needed if the Empire is to survive. I shall remain in the Royal residence until sunrise tomorrow; if you are here then we shall journey together, if not then forever be known as a coward and traitor to the Empire.’
With that, Keldur turned and entered the Royal residence, leaving his spear behind him. Nothing could move the weapon and it would prove an excellent indication, for any who did not know the city, of where he was.
The sun was high in the sky but would be descending soon. Keldur settled himself into a chair by the building’s entrance and began to wait.