9th of Spring, 513 AV
The road had been long and harsh but he was here at last. Syliras; the so called crown jewel of the Sylira region and one of the last bastions of order and civilization. Cyrus had travelled a long way from Ravok to the Fortress City, running into a few problems along the way but at least he had made it, others had not been so fortunate. The tall armored man strode up to the main gates, a guard hailing him as he approached. Cryus, although road weary received the armored man warmly.
"Hail Ser knight, my road has been long and hard and I seek entrance to fair Syliras," Cyrus said, hoping that was the correct form of address.
The knight looked the tall muscular man over, raising an eyebrow slightly at his massive sword. Cyrus was not surprised, though it was certainly not the most formidable weapon in his arsenal it was certainly eye catching.
"What business does so armed a traveler have in Syliras?" the knight question, no doubt common procedure, which Cyrus could certainly respect.
"I wish to warm myself at a tavern's hearth and perhaps join the fabled order of Knights Syliras is so famed for." The traveler answered honestly.
The man nodded as though it had been expected, perhaps he could point him in the right direction.
"The Rearing Stallion has hearth and bed for a weary traveler, and if it is admittance to the order you seek head up to the recruitment office. You certainly look able enough, they should sort you out easily enough." The knight said, waving Cyrus along.
The warrior thanked the knight and crossed under the massive gateway, already liking his first impression of Syliras. They seemed to respect order and the need for discipline, he had a feeling that he would come to appreciate this place very much.