by John Griffin on December 30th, 2010, 11:03 am
The Grandmaster? Wanted to see him? Loren Dyres, Grandmaster of the Syliran Knights, wanted to see Ser John Griffin, lowly knight? John couldn't believe it, but he knew this wasn't something someone would joke about. The young knight had been in his room when the messenger came, knocking on his door and informing him with brief courtesy. He had just gotten back from a bath at Soothing Waters, and a good thing too! John tried to keep his armor meticulous, but he gave it a once over with polish, just to be sure. He also ran a whetstone over his sword as well, not wanting to chance anything.
He took nearly ten minutes strapping himself into his suit of plate, and pulled his white tabard over his head, the Windoak embroidered in yellow and gray in the center, both front and back. At the right shoulder was his rank pin, a single sword. John grabbed his sword belt and wrapped it around his waist, cinching down the tabard. He grabbed his sword and dagger and hooked them in their customary position. He left only his helmet off, preferring to leave his face uncovered, but he brought it with him, holding it tucked into his left arm pit.
John made his way to the First Tier at a hasty walk. He didn't want to run, but neither did one keep the Grandmaster waiting. Though he had never been up to the highest tier of the city, he knew the way, as did every knight that called Syliras home.
Finally he made it there, and found himself standing outside the office of the Grandmaster. He snapped crisply to attention in front of the door, and said to the guards, "Ser John Griffin, reporting to the Grandmaster as directed," and held out the missive for the guard to check.