Season of Summer, Day 56, 110 AV
Stonework met Danovar's leather boots as he trudged along the bridge leading to Sylaris. Straggling cumulus clouds whipped through the clear blue summer sky as if hurrying to present the coming storm on the horizon, and sweltering, humid conditions caused sweat to cling to Danovar's limbs. He was glad to soon be within Sylaris' cool, shaded interior, yet...
He hadn't returned to his former home in years. The last time he was here, he was a completely different person. To say he was apprehensive may be an understatement, especially considering not all of his recent transactions had been completely legal. He knew all too well the self righteous behavior of the Knights here.
The fact that one of the knights guarding the gate ahead looked like his father wasn't helping his mounting unease.
Still he walked on. Doubtful it was he. He was talking of retiring when he had left. It had been...four - no, five years since? And with no child to care for, the prospect would then have become all the more inviting.
Still his discomfort plagued him.
Only fifteen paces. The knights ahead were scanning the crowd absently, looking for signs of trouble. As usual, he attracted interest by the leather attire and sword at his hip. He attempted to assume a posture as good willing and upright as possible. After all, he'd done nothing wrong. They had no reason to stop him.
He passed the first pair of sentries. Nothing.
The second. And the third. None halted him. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling to himself. The world isn't out to kill me, he thought to himself as the stone labyrinth of halls and courtyards of Sylaris swallowed him.