[Centre][H2][color=bc8dbf]Lord and lady Coswain[/color][/H2][/Centre]
[Centre][H3][color=bc8dbf]About Dawn Haven[/color][/H3][/Centre]


[i]*Before he left, he was making Move to leave the post office.*[/i]


Lord Coswain was on alert around this woman, his sense was usually correct and he had a feeling that she was far more dangerous than the regular towns folk. [color=6ecff6]“Market likely for dry stock, not far away from here. Seller on right shady, fake castle forged.”[/color] He said not wanting people to purchase that kind of rubbish, he deserved to not have any customers, they were liable to be made from some scrap rather than steel. He knew what castle forged steel was and that was not it. Prince might need guards to cheek more detailed gate duty. 

[color=6ecff6]“Sunni. Trader, or so the eye folk say can get that.”[/color] He said as was alone, only a fool started a fight, not sure you could win if you had a choice, cheat, dirty tricks, anything you could to level or make the odds in your favour. Much as the religious caste might be Zealots, soldiers like that died young, they leveraged intelligence, tactics, cheated and used any advantage they had. Sometimes you just had to go with the situation you found yourself in. 

He had to be smarter than stupid, the situation was everything but normal. If that meant using his diplomatic skills more than his sword arm, that's what it took to complete the mission. You worked with what you had and with 4 at most, he has a much smaller deck of cards. 

He headed out closer to the lake, finding the book, he began some experimental strokes with the new Pen, seeing how it behaved and sketching out the form of a lake island, wild and entirely unbothered. The local terrain was mapped but not in detail and he would correct that, understanding your area and its nature was one of the first things a soldier needed to do. 

Preparation kept you alive. 

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Persephone left the house following Taru though the dark streets, perpetually dark streets, the only light came from the moon and the artificial Sources people gathered around like moths and flames. They used the light to fend off the constant and ever pervasive night. [color=bc8dbf]“Today you are, we do not know what tomorrow brings, in times present we just have to make the best of our lives.”[/color] She said but did not push the topic, they would make a fine pair though it seemed I'd they chose to. 

She was a little dramatic but also bored as the adrenaline filled arrival turned into a Town that was more constructive than constructions completed. The stables were normal, well built but normal and headed over to her large black horse scratching its ears and pulled a brush from the bags of equipment for horse and rider. “Hey Agmar, relax, I'm safe.” She began to slowly brush out the large animal's deep black hair and ran a hand over its tall and heavily muscled back. She had a strong bond with this horse and the much larger animals was now calm, calm itself. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Please take good care of him, he is somewhat feisty though. His name is Agmar A launariam Heavy, and loves apples.”[/color] She kept massaging the back and shoulder of her mount. [color=bc8dbf]“Am I allowed to take care of my own horse alongside your services? I did it when time allowed back home.”[/color] She asked and decided it would at least keep her busy and give something to do, besides the act of Brushing out Agmar, braiding and such was therapeutic. The dirt and leaves that were hidden fell to the ground. 

Her saddle bags could wait a little as she brushed her hose down and took care of it, seeing as they arrived in all rather the rush it could easily have been overlooked but the town guards to inform what irs situation was. She did not expect miracles out here, she knew this  town was barely a town as yet. 

Given the quality of some here, quite the collection of horses. From basic Cart pullers to the larger military mounts, personal horses and others were quite wide. 


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