Illyarion Myriavin
Southern Jewel, Kron-Nesis
"My pleasure, my lady." He said, nodding towards the princess and walking by her and Maryvale's side. The two warriors part of his retinue moved in front of them to guard them, despite the palace probably being the safest place they could be in right now, the two were still on the alert even now.
As they were walking, he turned towards Maryvale with a sly smile.
"Yes, Marcus is a great warrior, I don't deny that, but I seem to remember that for the past few times the two of us trained, I tried teaching you to try and not get hit in the first place. You don't seem to have followed through on my lessons very well, have you?" he asked with a rather amused expression.
"Still, you must be very careful, in real combat, even one hit could make the difference and kill you." His expression hardened slightly as they walked, even so, there was still a slight smile on face.
However, when they reached the palace entrance, they saw a man dressed in odd garbs being dragged out by force out of the palace. Illayrion said nothing as the princess read the letter out loud, then asked the apothecary before them for his credentials as a form of proof that the man's skills were good enough to serve the Royal Family. However, as the man started to speak of his deeds and promoting his skills, Illayrion did not pay attention the man for the most part.
He instead furrowed his brows as the princess had read the letter out loud. This man had been hired to attend to Maryvale and the Princess should they get harmed in this expedition. That meant that both the princess and Maryvale would fight in this war. While he was worried about Maryvale, he knew her capable to handle combat and she would desensitize herself to the carnage of war in time, however, not only was princess Azmyn not skilled in combat, he doubted that she would be able to handle all the blood and carnage that war represented.
And even with Maryvale by her side, it would take only one stray bolt to kill her, or if the enemy found out who she was, it would be an assassins bolt that would kill her. The king had gone mad, and Lenius was even madder for accepting this mad proposition, surely they could see the danger that this would mean for the princess.
Unless...
As he came to again, the apothecary was still rambling on about his credentials. However much he wished to simply leave the man behind here with the guards, if the princess was truly going to war, then she would need an apothecary like this man.
@ShwiggityShwah"Arion, Syrael, take this raving fool with us, our dear Grand Marshal will have to confirm if this man is truly the one he sent for... among other more important things!" He said, with a visibly annoyed expression on his face.
"My lady, we'll have to hurry to the armory, and then we'll have a long discussion with Grand Marshal Lenius about..." He wanted to say "his and the king's idiocy" before he was able to stop himself.
"... things!" he said through gritted teeth.
The two people part of his retinue pushed past the palace guards and each clamped a hand on Pox's wrists like two vices and dragged the man alongside, or rather behind the group as they advanced onwards to the armory.