Allir Keep, Alliria, 370AC
"Anyra, get your arse to the captain's quarters. He wants to speak with you." The man had to crane his neck to look up at Anyra. Even for a Komodo, she was tall. Her stature as a person, however, was in juxtaposition with her stature within society. Clearly being bossed around and bullied by her peer was amusing to the other guards who seemed to get rather quiet when she looked their way.
"Should I remind you that your rank is lower than mine since last week's ceremony," a smirk crossed her face. "Or do you remember your demotion as well as I do?" She didn't give the man the dignity of a response before leaving his presence. She left a wake in the crowd of merchants gathering in the halls for the day's congregation; her size alone was enough to clear the crowd ahead, she needed not say a word of apology, least of all to those who sneered at her along the way.
Outside the captain's quarters, her sabatons were more than enough to announce her presence. In spite of this, she still knocked at the door with her right hand, the rap of her steel gauntlet making sure everyone in every room of this corridor knew she wanted in.
"Blasted— I'M COMING ANYRA!" The captain opened the door a few moments later, clearly embarrassed by her obnoxious display of posturing. "Why must you always be so loud about entering my quarters?" The tone of voice with which the captain spoke was as though a mentor to their pupil. Anyra offered no response, stoic as usual. "No matter. Anyra, I wanted to speak with you about the merchant congregation today. Tonight a celebration will be held in the private wing of the keep, in honor of an announcement to be made. Most of the rich type are already aware, but we need our biggest there to keep the undesirables out. Am I heard?"
She nodded, offering no verbal response. This was about as much as he could ask for, and he knew that by now. "This is an opportunity for you. We'll show the others that a Komodo is capable of proper etiquette, and most importantly: keeping them safe." He patted her on the shoulder, which took almost his entire arm's extension to reach. "You'll do great, I believe in you. You didn't get that accolade for nothing." He said, pointing to an ornament on her waist that was decorated with traditional Allirian colors representing strength and valor. She nodded to him and turned to leave. "One day, Anyra. One day I'll get more than a nod when you're grateful."
It's true, she was grateful. She was grateful for the opportunity, but she was grateful for his consideration. He had long been one of the few people in her life—even with regard to her family—who truly believed in her abilities as a person.
Entering into the main assembly where the merchants, various rich barons, and all their guards (mercenary or otherwise) had gathered, she took her place near the back entrance. The congregation quieted down as they settled in for the assembly. There was a moment of peace before one of the barons stood up to begin the assembly.
It was then that a crossbow bolt shattered through the glass of one of the many grandiose windows, connecting with the throat of the baron. Everything and everyone was thrown into disarray as two bands of mercenaries burst in through all entrances, corralling the congregation into a large circle. Many of the Keep Guards were killed fighting back, but Anyra took a stand. She stood—not quite alone—outside the circle and held her claymore at the ready.
With her were a few mercenaries hired by the other barons and merchants. One of whom was of particularly interesting character...
"Anyra, get your arse to the captain's quarters. He wants to speak with you." The man had to crane his neck to look up at Anyra. Even for a Komodo, she was tall. Her stature as a person, however, was in juxtaposition with her stature within society. Clearly being bossed around and bullied by her peer was amusing to the other guards who seemed to get rather quiet when she looked their way.
"Should I remind you that your rank is lower than mine since last week's ceremony," a smirk crossed her face. "Or do you remember your demotion as well as I do?" She didn't give the man the dignity of a response before leaving his presence. She left a wake in the crowd of merchants gathering in the halls for the day's congregation; her size alone was enough to clear the crowd ahead, she needed not say a word of apology, least of all to those who sneered at her along the way.
Outside the captain's quarters, her sabatons were more than enough to announce her presence. In spite of this, she still knocked at the door with her right hand, the rap of her steel gauntlet making sure everyone in every room of this corridor knew she wanted in.
"Blasted— I'M COMING ANYRA!" The captain opened the door a few moments later, clearly embarrassed by her obnoxious display of posturing. "Why must you always be so loud about entering my quarters?" The tone of voice with which the captain spoke was as though a mentor to their pupil. Anyra offered no response, stoic as usual. "No matter. Anyra, I wanted to speak with you about the merchant congregation today. Tonight a celebration will be held in the private wing of the keep, in honor of an announcement to be made. Most of the rich type are already aware, but we need our biggest there to keep the undesirables out. Am I heard?"
She nodded, offering no verbal response. This was about as much as he could ask for, and he knew that by now. "This is an opportunity for you. We'll show the others that a Komodo is capable of proper etiquette, and most importantly: keeping them safe." He patted her on the shoulder, which took almost his entire arm's extension to reach. "You'll do great, I believe in you. You didn't get that accolade for nothing." He said, pointing to an ornament on her waist that was decorated with traditional Allirian colors representing strength and valor. She nodded to him and turned to leave. "One day, Anyra. One day I'll get more than a nod when you're grateful."
It's true, she was grateful. She was grateful for the opportunity, but she was grateful for his consideration. He had long been one of the few people in her life—even with regard to her family—who truly believed in her abilities as a person.
Entering into the main assembly where the merchants, various rich barons, and all their guards (mercenary or otherwise) had gathered, she took her place near the back entrance. The congregation quieted down as they settled in for the assembly. There was a moment of peace before one of the barons stood up to begin the assembly.
It was then that a crossbow bolt shattered through the glass of one of the many grandiose windows, connecting with the throat of the baron. Everything and everyone was thrown into disarray as two bands of mercenaries burst in through all entrances, corralling the congregation into a large circle. Many of the Keep Guards were killed fighting back, but Anyra took a stand. She stood—not quite alone—outside the circle and held her claymore at the ready.
With her were a few mercenaries hired by the other barons and merchants. One of whom was of particularly interesting character...