Receiving the Treasure
Nov 16, 2013 10:01:30 GMT -5
Post by Lord Richard Peveril on Nov 16, 2013 10:01:30 GMT -5
Departing the Festival with discretion was not easily accomplished, but Richard Peveril was a man on a mission. Word reached him from the Emperor that a most precious treasure was due to come ashore shortly, sending him into a preparatory mode. Taking care that he was publicly seen to receive a message urging his return to Triadon on matters of business, he rode out of the camp with instructions to pack up his pavilion and prepare to meet him either in Triadon or where the Court traveled next.
For himself, he travelled west and south towards Wooldale, a smaller and less prominent harbour by which the two men could breach the shores of Demeria with little notice. Quarters for the night were reserved along the King's Highway in a quiet, clean and respectable inn. They might not prove palatial by the standards his guests were accustomed to, but they would suffice for the night while they discussed the situation into which they were about to engage. Much needed to be relayed to the two men, the better to prepare them.
Acquiring horses for his guests upon arriving in Wooldale, Richard prepared to wait, exchanging words with the harbourmaster to determine the likely docking time. Assured that the ship coming from Montenoire would dock by sundown, he took up a waiting post at one of the dockside taverns, nursing inferiour ale as the sun began its slow, steady descent into the horizon. As the sun gilded the water, painting the surface in gold, Richard Peveril smiled to himself. A fitting path by which a true treasure would arrive indeed.
Jovianus Marcus, Corialaris Lucius
For himself, he travelled west and south towards Wooldale, a smaller and less prominent harbour by which the two men could breach the shores of Demeria with little notice. Quarters for the night were reserved along the King's Highway in a quiet, clean and respectable inn. They might not prove palatial by the standards his guests were accustomed to, but they would suffice for the night while they discussed the situation into which they were about to engage. Much needed to be relayed to the two men, the better to prepare them.
Acquiring horses for his guests upon arriving in Wooldale, Richard prepared to wait, exchanging words with the harbourmaster to determine the likely docking time. Assured that the ship coming from Montenoire would dock by sundown, he took up a waiting post at one of the dockside taverns, nursing inferiour ale as the sun began its slow, steady descent into the horizon. As the sun gilded the water, painting the surface in gold, Richard Peveril smiled to himself. A fitting path by which a true treasure would arrive indeed.
Jovianus Marcus, Corialaris Lucius