[center][h1][color=Steelblue]Rohman of House Okitash[/color][/h1][sub](Knight of the House Okitash of Dieuportielle)[/sub][hr][hr][img]http://starks.pw/uploads/monthly_2016_08/1148087_1353953431655_full.jpg.5e2bc8d871b5fd6c085d0a3c5554954f.jpg[/img][hr][/center]
Rohman stood in the castle foyer, waiting for the messenger to return. The young man's eyes were shut, and he felt a drop of water roll from his soaked hair, down to over his right eyelid. He wiped the droplets of rain from his face and smoothed his long brown locks against his scalp as he gazed across the torch-lit chamber. The tapestries, the paintings, the mere design of the castle's walls - all of it spoke wealth. 

Roman had seen wealth; he'd been raised in it. The spectacles of the castle, therefore, did not intimidate him in the least. Despite his wealth, he understood that all men were under the same sky, which explained why he did not look down on the servant that returned to him, dipping his head in respect. 

"Sir Rohman, his majesty thanks you and beckons that you join him and the other advisors in the meeting hall." The servant said. 

[color=SteelBlue]"My thanks. Are you aware of the status of Sir Bastien de Warren?"[/color] The young man spoke in a calm baritone. 

"If my ears do not falter, I believe he has just ridden out of the city towards Dieuportielle, sir." The servant said, then politely beckoned him to follow. 

The news slightly disappointed Rohman, since he hadn't seen his friend in many months, but the urgency of the situation in their province was such that did not allow for a leader to tarry in his departure. Rohman, himself, would've been aiding the man in his attempts, had his brothers and the other knights of his house not been at arms. 

The young man silently carried after the boy, unclipping the chain brooch that held his cloak together at the neck. He removed the dark cloth and folded it over his right arm. Under his cloak was a crimson cape that covered leather riding armor. The cape was the only item he wore that begged of his wealth. Other than such, he looked as a commoner in his dress. 

In his stature, however, Romahn was far from a commoner. He was tall and muscled, and his hair was finely groomed. He walked with a confidence that radiated from his body, which moved with an equally impressive swiftness that had been attained over years of training, and visibly begged as much. 

The servant looked back briefly at him, and Rohman didn't hesitate to meet eyes with the boy, who quickly turn his gaze frontwards. He slowed at a pair of oak doors, and bowed his head. "The council waits for you." He said. 

Rohman nodded again and reached into the folds of his cloak, to the pouch tethered onto his belt. He fished out a small sum of gold coins, enough to purchase a day's worth of food. The boy looked at him in minor awe, receiving the currency as it was handed to him like it were the rarest jewel in the world. "Th-thank you, sir." He mattered. 

The Knight nodded simply, drawing no extra attention to the gesture. [color=SteelBlue]"Sindoras carry you."[/color] He spoke, and sent the boy on his way. He waited a moment and then gingerly pushed the doors inward, exposing the inside of the meeting hall. 

As every eye glided to rest on him, Rohman stepped inside. He cared not of the other's glances, but rather bowed his head and marched directly to the young King. Elendin. He respectfully approached and knelt down on one knee, placing his hands on his thigh as he bowed, his cape cascading the ground around him. 

[color=SteelBlue]"Your great highness, I beg you pardon our recalling of Sir Bastien de Warren, and I bring additional gratitude from the House de Warenne, as well as from my father and House Okitash.[/color] He said, his eyes remaining downcast. He fell silent and awaited the young King's word.