Gryphons in Greenden
You set a good pace for the rest of the day. You want to reach Tunboro before nightfall so that you don't have to spend another night in the woods. You'll have to purchase warm cloaks in Tunboro just in case you do end up having to spend another night outside. During the last war, before you were a Gryphon knight, when you were just a soldier in the King's Guard, your company marched all over the northern provinces of Greenden, and you are roughly familiar with the area.
"How was it last night?" you ask Erric conversationally, turning toward him, where he appears to be on the verge of falling asleep in the saddle. You've seen him through enough hangovers to know that he'll be alright.
He sits up and looks over at you. A feeble grin. "Don't knock it 'til you try it, Mychael."
You laugh helplessly, shaking your head. "They broke the mold with you."
"How was your night?" he asks with a conspiratorial quirk of his eyebrows.
You shrug noncommittally.
Erric laughs. "Let me know when you work all the valor and chivalry and Countess Sophie out of your system, ace. I'll still be here, and I'll introduce you to some friendly girls I know back home."
"And you wonder why King Biers was uncomfortable sending you after his daughter."
"Can't think why, the old fart," Erric replies cheerfully.
You arrive in Tunboro as the sun is setting behind the hills. Tunboro, while not exactly a center of civilization, is one of the larger cities in the north of Greenden. The city follows the slope of a large hill down into a valley where horses and sheep are raised. There is a baron of Tunboro, if you remember your geography and feudal lessons correctly, and you can see his modest castle at the top of the slope, lights blinking in the windows.
You gesture at the baronal castle with a grin as the two of you ride down into the valley. "Maybe we should go visit your baronal brethren. Try for a free meal."
He scowls at that. He has always rejected his noble heritage and his family, to the extent that he could without being disowned. "If he's like any other barons I know, he's an asshole who shits all over everyone."
You smile as you ride on, into a square at the southern edge of the city.
"How was it last night?" you ask Erric conversationally, turning toward him, where he appears to be on the verge of falling asleep in the saddle. You've seen him through enough hangovers to know that he'll be alright.
He sits up and looks over at you. A feeble grin. "Don't knock it 'til you try it, Mychael."
You laugh helplessly, shaking your head. "They broke the mold with you."
"How was your night?" he asks with a conspiratorial quirk of his eyebrows.
You shrug noncommittally.
Erric laughs. "Let me know when you work all the valor and chivalry and Countess Sophie out of your system, ace. I'll still be here, and I'll introduce you to some friendly girls I know back home."
"And you wonder why King Biers was uncomfortable sending you after his daughter."
"Can't think why, the old fart," Erric replies cheerfully.
You arrive in Tunboro as the sun is setting behind the hills. Tunboro, while not exactly a center of civilization, is one of the larger cities in the north of Greenden. The city follows the slope of a large hill down into a valley where horses and sheep are raised. There is a baron of Tunboro, if you remember your geography and feudal lessons correctly, and you can see his modest castle at the top of the slope, lights blinking in the windows.
You gesture at the baronal castle with a grin as the two of you ride down into the valley. "Maybe we should go visit your baronal brethren. Try for a free meal."
He scowls at that. He has always rejected his noble heritage and his family, to the extent that he could without being disowned. "If he's like any other barons I know, he's an asshole who shits all over everyone."
You smile as you ride on, into a square at the southern edge of the city.