12 Newkolt 349 AC Arthur allows his guides to take the lead, following Altan and Davaa down the dirt streets of the city. As the travelers ride, they pass a Green Dragonarmy patrol. The soldiers march with discipline, armor and boots polished, uniforms clean, their posture erect. Altan gives a short nod as he passes by the troops and one of soldiers, slightly older than the others, nods back, holding out a hand to signal a stop. When the trooper speaks, his tone is professional, "Hail, travelers. Destination?" "Just the Temür Steppe Lodge for now if they hsve rooms, sir, but we are bound for Khuri-Khan to visit my uncle," Davaa replies. The soldiers nods, "Very well, be on your way. There is a curfew tonight, nobody on the street after the Eighth Bell." "Understood. Thank you," the horseman says in turn. A few blocks later, Altan leads the group to the lodge, an inn near the city gate with an enclosed paddock for horses. Made of the same su...
Comments
Post a Comment