Post by Sleipner on Mar 23, 2011 14:50:01 GMT -5
A mild spring day in Suzail winter had notally released its grip but everyone could feel the lighter days ahead.
There was as usual plenty of traffic around the western gates, so nobody paid any notice of the old man nearing the gates pulling a horse with one hand and using a 6 feet simple staff as a walking cane with the other.
He was clad in a simple greyish cloak that looked worn from miles and miles of travel His long grey, almost white hair was unkempt
and long strands fell across the weather and battle hardened bearded face.
As he got closer to the gates and the guards he drew up his hood so to conceal his face.
One of the guards caught a glimpse of the old mans stare and his sleepy expression changed to one of momentarily wide eyed amazement.
"Oy!" He poked his partner, almost keeling over from leaning on his polearm.
"Wasnt that . .?" He leaned in to whisper.
"What ?! Yer been drinkin this mornin havent yer?" The other guard bellowed in a mockin tone
"yer do realize that hes been gone for several dozens of moons aye ?" He said, not losing the mocking tone.
"And he wasnt that young when he set out, he probably pushin´daisies somewhere in the Bloodstones or the Westerns" he grinned
"Besides, if it really were him . Dont yer think he would have his uniform on?. He was practically sleepin in the thing" he finished.
The first guard said defeatedly "Aye perhaps, but for a second I could have sworn. . . "
"Just do yer job " the other interrupted," I dont want to get busted for drinking!" he let out a sigh
"Again"
The old man smiled to himself as he blended with the crowd and entered the Capitol.
There was as usual plenty of traffic around the western gates, so nobody paid any notice of the old man nearing the gates pulling a horse with one hand and using a 6 feet simple staff as a walking cane with the other.
He was clad in a simple greyish cloak that looked worn from miles and miles of travel His long grey, almost white hair was unkempt
and long strands fell across the weather and battle hardened bearded face.
As he got closer to the gates and the guards he drew up his hood so to conceal his face.
One of the guards caught a glimpse of the old mans stare and his sleepy expression changed to one of momentarily wide eyed amazement.
"Oy!" He poked his partner, almost keeling over from leaning on his polearm.
"Wasnt that . .?" He leaned in to whisper.
"What ?! Yer been drinkin this mornin havent yer?" The other guard bellowed in a mockin tone
"yer do realize that hes been gone for several dozens of moons aye ?" He said, not losing the mocking tone.
"And he wasnt that young when he set out, he probably pushin´daisies somewhere in the Bloodstones or the Westerns" he grinned
"Besides, if it really were him . Dont yer think he would have his uniform on?. He was practically sleepin in the thing" he finished.
The first guard said defeatedly "Aye perhaps, but for a second I could have sworn. . . "
"Just do yer job " the other interrupted," I dont want to get busted for drinking!" he let out a sigh
"Again"
The old man smiled to himself as he blended with the crowd and entered the Capitol.