☾17th Ash, 4621, A.O.I☽
The young Sil'Norai walked through the streets, it was still crowded at the dusk, everyone had finished either their shifts at their office of employment, or have been eager to express their most hedonistic desires of drinking, including some of the students from Nardothis. The looks of admiration begin to stir as he walked through the streets, from the glances of women to the attention of males. It was a Sil'Norai thing, having to be one of the favorable races, there was indeed a reason why he had been glamoured in enamorment. Yet he had a purpose to fulfill.
A purpose of great intention.
It had been two days ago since he had sent the letter to Ellasir. The ebon knight that he had heard rumors about whilst he was at Nardothis. It struck him with intrigue, it was not everyday that you'd meet an ebon knight in the middle of Daravin. Usually, they were forced to fight for Aldrin's cause to liberate Sil Elaine. However, this proved him to be useful, especially since he had heard that he was Sil'Norai, his own brother kin. If he played his cards right, he could have someone equipt to protect him, whilst he is studying in the walls of Nardothis. The journey there and back proved to be harsh, with no direct transport, its usually a couple of journeys on horseback. Sometimes, the risk for a shortcut is to go through the Badlands, something that Caladrin didn't necessarily think greatly off.
He entered the tavern, it appeared to be rowdy with mages, soldiers and military officials, conversations of war could be heard from a mile away, from the bragging of soldiers dealing with Druskai conquest, to the mourning of soldiers who had passed recently. However, the sombre mood wasn't something that Caladrin had hoped for. The more elusive the ebon knight was, the more intrigued Caladrin became about his motives, his overall mission, his overall psyche. He only knew too well of his father being driven to fight a good cause, but yet never had he seen a free ebon knight roaming around like he owned the place. Perhaps he was a qualified bounty hunter, serving to drive blood mages and dranoch out from their anarchistic underworlds.
Either way, Caladrin had an offer for him, it was his choice weither he chose to accept.
He moved over to the bar as he tapped the table twice for service. A habit he always had when it comes to obtaining a quicker service. Most of them found that expression of impatience quite rude, for Caladrin was an impatient man at times, although it was not his fault. Most mages were within the Entente.
