On the road (open RP)
Water ran quietly down the stream that day, and birdsong filled the trees above. It was warm; golden rays from the sun beamed down into the clearing where the trees parted, casting the light of summer onto the picturesque scene. A black stallion meandered aimlessly adjacent to the stream, occasionally dipping its large head to lap at the azure stream. Nearby, a tall figure lounged next to a bundle of equipment, droplets of water running freely from his moistened face and damp, raven coloured hair. A sword lay atop the mismatched pile of clothing and armour, dull grey yet still sharp to the touch. The two, horse and man, had lingered in the clearing since yesterday evening, evidenced by the burned out campfire and the remnants of a skinned animal. The man had clearly eaten well, whilst the horse had been allowed to roam and nibble at the long grass that grew in the clearing. Both were content, and had not stirred, for it was still early morning. The sun had risen a few hours previous, but morning dew still made the grass slippery. Humming quietly to himself, the man who had now risen pulled a mail jerkin over his head, as well as putting on a pair of brown breeches and some riding boots. Calling his horse to him with a pleasant whistle, he fastened his shield to the saddlebags, before clasping his cloak around his neck and mounting his horse. He wiped with stream water from his forehead with a leather gloved hand, and grasped the reins with the other. After a gentle nudge of the heels, the horse followed the will of its master and trotted carefully back towards the beaten, earthen path which stretched through the many small villages that dotted the countryside of the lands held by the Knight of Wode. The knight emerged out of the small crop of woodland atop his horse, and with birdsong still ringing in his ears, cantered towards the wooden keep which sat proudly above the small castle town it was built atop. The three hedgehogs fluttered in the breeze, easily visible from the road. On the horizon stood Harrenhal, as foreboding as ever, the monstrous towers of the melted fortress twisted upwards like half burnt candles, grotesque and malformed. Frowning, the hedge knight turned his gaze away from Harrenhal and back to the castle town, which he gradually neared. Guards bedecked in chainmail stood on the stout oaken walls, conversing lazily as they half watched the knight canter through the open gate. They all knew him by sight, as he had ridden here many times before in the last month. Now he came to the wooden tower of Wode once more, dismounting before the drawbridge as he watched in lower. Silently, the raven-haired hedge knight led his horse into the keep, leaving him in the care of a fair haired stableboy before pressing onward into the keep to speak with the castellan, now in charge of the castle after the Lord's departure to Harrenhal. Steffon wasn't sure what had occurred between the Strongs and the northerners, but it had not been pretty, and none were certain of if and when the Lord would return. So he ventured once more towards the great hall, where no doubt the castellan would be waiting to hear from him.
OOC: If a mod could step in as Castellan, that would be great.
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Originally Posted by Honors Bastion
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