Post by Gaelan Elanessė Eydis on Aug 3, 2016 19:12:03 GMT -6
The war, which was taking place to the far north of Echar, could not be seen anywhere around. The realm where Gaelan lived was peaceful, calm, and as beautiful as it had ever been. Even for him, the commander of the army, everything was much less complicated than it was for the commander in Guiar or Lenneckor.
What would be the fate of the Echas in all this turmoil? He could not help but wonder if the mountains would look as iradescent, or if the sky would look as clear, if the other armies decided to come and fight their war here. It had happened before, he remembered. They all remembered. The war of Bizazz, the infamous traitor and dictator, had taken a toll in the entire realm. He did not want this to happen again.
He pondered on this questions as he drank a coffee in the sailors pub. There, he could hear gossip, and he could rest his head from the commotion in the palace. Since he was no a king or a prince, he could walk freely through Tindel. Even so, he was a noble, and people lurked in every shadow, wanting to take his money or his good name with them.
"May I serve you anything else, Lord Gaelan?" the alewife was old and very wrinkly, but she had always been kind to him. He gave her some Zems and nodded his head, deep in thinking. The tavern was filled to the brimm with adventurers, warriors and peasants alike. Where could he concentrate? He heard footsteps approaching him.
What would be the fate of the Echas in all this turmoil? He could not help but wonder if the mountains would look as iradescent, or if the sky would look as clear, if the other armies decided to come and fight their war here. It had happened before, he remembered. They all remembered. The war of Bizazz, the infamous traitor and dictator, had taken a toll in the entire realm. He did not want this to happen again.
He pondered on this questions as he drank a coffee in the sailors pub. There, he could hear gossip, and he could rest his head from the commotion in the palace. Since he was no a king or a prince, he could walk freely through Tindel. Even so, he was a noble, and people lurked in every shadow, wanting to take his money or his good name with them.
"May I serve you anything else, Lord Gaelan?" the alewife was old and very wrinkly, but she had always been kind to him. He gave her some Zems and nodded his head, deep in thinking. The tavern was filled to the brimm with adventurers, warriors and peasants alike. Where could he concentrate? He heard footsteps approaching him.
