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The repetitive turn of a wagon wheel woke Alistair to the harsh sunlight bearing down on him. He yawned as he sat up in the passenger seat, his sight no longer having to squint at the rays of light. One of his men, Gibbs, was driving the wagon along while he could still hear the rest of his guard riding around the wagon.
"Vel Castere is just up ahead, sir."
Alistair only nodded as he readjusted some of his clothes and then flared his magical sight to see the looming city before them. The fortress to the west certainly deserved its name and station, more importantly, it was home to the Army of the West which held a particular person he was looking for. The young Dreadlord slipped into the back of the wagon, wanting to check through all of the supplies they had bought. Some of it was for himself, but a large portion of the supplies was just for some specific requests that the Army had made before his departure.
"When arriving at the gates, show off the credentials and then ask for the location of Ra-No, Samantha Black. Leyten, you and the remainder of the men will see that the supplies ordered find their rightful place."
There were responses of confirmation from all of his men, but Alistair did not care as his eyes were now focuses on the sword hilt at his side. A smile was beginning to creep onto his face. He would have been lying if he had told his men that their trip to the furthest western reaches of the Republic was not driven by personnel need.
Over the past several months, given his time training with Archon Zana, his journeys to Tyr, and his newfound sight, he had made several plans to upgrade the runesaber. While he had faith in his meticulous planning, there was only one person he trusted to do the metal rune work that his weapon would require.
It did not take long to get into the fortress with his credentials and supplies, and as soon as they were inside, Alistair leaped from the wagon and shouted for Gibbs to follow after him with the supplies. It was time to find Sam.
Samantha Black
"Vel Castere is just up ahead, sir."
Alistair only nodded as he readjusted some of his clothes and then flared his magical sight to see the looming city before them. The fortress to the west certainly deserved its name and station, more importantly, it was home to the Army of the West which held a particular person he was looking for. The young Dreadlord slipped into the back of the wagon, wanting to check through all of the supplies they had bought. Some of it was for himself, but a large portion of the supplies was just for some specific requests that the Army had made before his departure.
"When arriving at the gates, show off the credentials and then ask for the location of Ra-No, Samantha Black. Leyten, you and the remainder of the men will see that the supplies ordered find their rightful place."
There were responses of confirmation from all of his men, but Alistair did not care as his eyes were now focuses on the sword hilt at his side. A smile was beginning to creep onto his face. He would have been lying if he had told his men that their trip to the furthest western reaches of the Republic was not driven by personnel need.
Over the past several months, given his time training with Archon Zana, his journeys to Tyr, and his newfound sight, he had made several plans to upgrade the runesaber. While he had faith in his meticulous planning, there was only one person he trusted to do the metal rune work that his weapon would require.
It did not take long to get into the fortress with his credentials and supplies, and as soon as they were inside, Alistair leaped from the wagon and shouted for Gibbs to follow after him with the supplies. It was time to find Sam.
Samantha Black