4th Day of Winter, 511AV {{Late Afternoon}} Aeryn glanced about him once more, now most certain tha he had lost his way. Thinking back on the guard's directions, he realized he hadn't heard half of what the man had told him. He let out a exasperated sigh and came to a halt, leaning against the nearest wall, which wasn't all that far away. He still wasn't used to being in this city, having spent the last few weeks journying up here from the south. This was actually his first time in an actual city, he realized. Growing up on a farm, he didn't exactly get out all that often. Well, might as well suck it up while he could. He wasn't sure how long he was staying here, though if he got his way, it'd be for quite some time. That's if I can find this petching recruitment center, he thought, annoyed with himself for not paying closer attention to the directions given to him by the old guard at the gate. Letting out another sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and began sulking through the streets once more, eyes peeled. He doubted if he had payed more attention to the man's words that he would have found it anyways; this city was too damn big. Glancing about him once more made him rethink his so-called plan. He had figured that it be simple. Just walk up to the Knights and ask to join, and of course, he'd be let in. Now that he was here, he realized his assumption had been entirely wrong. He wasn't even sure if they would take him in. They'd probably point out every thing he did wrong or didn't have. He wasn't of one of the First Wing families. He was a simple farm boy, with no record of his past oher than his memories and nightmares. He knew he wasn't all that good with weapons, though he felt he was doing fine with the sword he had purchased on his way here. He had been practicing every evening, doing the exercises his faher had once taught him, if only briefly. He wasn't at all good with the bow he had aquired yet, though he was still practicing. It didn't seem to be helping much with his aim, however. Aeryn let out another of his famous sighs, conflicting thoughts battling it out in his mind. He should just turn back and leave, go out on his own and do what he wanted, when he wanted. Another part of him, however, told him to stay and stick it out. Besides, worse that could happen was that he'd get rejected from the training. Letting out a frusrated groan, he kicked out a a small rock laying on the ground before him as he came to a stop once more, atempting to think back on what the guard had said about finding the recruitment building, glancing about him with a scowl in attempt to determine his locaton. Didn't help, of course, but didn't hurt to at least try, right? |