"Merde," Sibylla gave a curse, her olive wet face twisting in aggravated displeasure. The annual storms had blown through the region several weeks early, a monsoon of rain and mud causing havoc not only along the Cortosi Coast, but even miles inland, turning wheat fields into sodden patties. One would wonder if this disaster was due to a fluke of nature or if there were other more nefarious causes of the agricultural disaster. If farmers and the local Lords overseeing these lands did not take adequate measures, this would directly affect the granary stores for the year. While there is plenty of grain in storage in the event of such emergencies, it was best to ensure there was no risk of potential famine.
What made things difficult to manage the logistics was the rebellion by the former Dreadlords and Knights seeking independence and the loyal supporters who attempted to defend. Of course, the rebels won, bringing with it a government change to Vel Anir that was changing to that of a Republic. While the King was spared and Ruling Houses were still powerful in their own right, things were different now.
As an Anirian Knight, Sibyilla would have been caught up in a frenzy, had she not taken leave prior to that to return to her home on the outskirts of Vel Anir. News of her grandfather's sickness had allowed the young knight to rush to her his side. All for the better, for the ensuing battle that wrecked Vel Anir and the Houses between the powerful Dreadlord Mages on both sides had stained the streets in blood.
Not one to be caught up in politics, when it was time for her to report to duty after her grandfather's near brush with death, things had changed. Her lack of participation and election of a side, well, had its consequences.
In this instance, an assigned position to an agricultural zone as security. Anyone would have objected to the post as it was no glorious position to take. However, for Sibylla, it was a welcomed retreat from the annoyance of the mages and the politics between the Houses. The knight wasn't skilled at hiding her emotions when it came to queries, and so, if she could avoid all that nonsense, the better. She just wanted to do her job and do it well.
Okay, if really pressed about it, maybe Sibyilla wasn't as keen to be a glorified security guard for Vel Anir granaries. She was a knight, and the majority of her career had been spent on the Cortosi Campaign with the Army of the West under the command of Commander Raj. She'd fought pirates and brigands and made a real difference before.
Not babysitting farmers and breaking up the local tavern fight. This is what now confronted the Anirian Knight as two bodies went tumbling out of the tavern and onto the street. At this distance and with the rain, it was hard to determine gender or race, but it was trouble when all focus should be instead on being on the alert for any breaks of the temporary levy holding back the rising river waters from flooding yet another wheat field.
"Oi! You there. Quit that now, " Sibylla called out, her dark gloved hand extending from under her heavy cloak to try and gather their attention. Her black leather armor underneath would identify her as a Anirian Knight, but as sodden as she was with, having to monitor out in this rain likely made her blend into the everyday layman.
A small crowd was gathering now. Tumbles like this were on of the rare sort of entertainment for the commoners and roving travelers alike. This village may be in the outskirts, but it didn't mean that it didn't see visitors come through now and then from far and wide.