>>5985422It was only as you had finished lacing your tunic and belting your breeches with a worn leather belt that you realised the familiar sound of horse and the clink of chain approaching.
<span class="mu-s">you ventured a glance from the window at the approaching rider...</span>
>A dozen men riding hard and fast, it was hard to tell if they were making for the beach or the hovel at their gallop but the sigil on their tabards was unmistakably that of house Celtigar. [Haughty]>Three riders near abreast, a giant savage easily two heads taller than you, a thin awkward boy? and some fool with an easy grin, they wore no heraldry but they bore arms and armor, you could have easily mistaken them for bandits but you doubted dragonstone even had the capacity for banditry. [Cynic] >A single rider riding at casual trot, chainmail and boiled leather casually and *poorly* concealed, one hand tapped the pommel of the bastard sword at the rider's belt that gave the stranger a familiar air of menace you did not like in the least. [Taciturn] 