The southern winds brought the warm air to the hill top city of Freyborg from the Aberresai Savannah over the Cairou River making the sea of long grass flow and ripple. Lord Rorric stood stoically upon the stone landing of the great hall known as Aodhbrand. He was simply dressed, brown trousers, high leather officer boots and a green tunic the bore the crest of house Bochanan, the white horse and half moon, across the chest. He let the warm morning spring air bristle through his grey hair and well groomed beard. He could smell the blooming of gardens and wild flowers. Water run off from the snow cap mountains could be seen from the far distance, like impromptu waterfalls crashing down the rocky cliffs. He drew a long breath in, taking all of spring in with it before exhaling. In his eyes, Freyborg and the rest Jorunnr was most beautiful and captivating during the first days of the season change. Not saying the county was not beautiful all year long. This was just the time the Count enjoyed the most. From the great hall he could see and hear the horses taking their morning frolic through the long grass and vast open fields. Rorric smiled, he loved the sight of horses, for they were the main lifespring of House Bochanan. Horse lords they were, masters of the equine trade in the entire kingdom and Cintria and arguably all of Arethil. Jorunnr was well known for their horsemen and revered for their Calvary. A reputation jealously guarded by Lord Rorric and his people that pride themselves upon it. Behind him was the large double wooded door that led into the great hall that his family and his ancestors have called home for many generations. Many of said he was a lucky man, his wife was a beauty and the real gem of the county. Rorric would not disagree, with out her strength and devotion he doubted he would of held these lands together. Gwendoyln's love and inexhaustible support has been publicly credited by Rorric himself for the success of house Bochanan and the county of Jorunnr. There were not enough words nor enough time in life for him to express his gratitude towards her. She has birthed him children to continue his bloodline. She had govern side by side with him through thick and thin that this world could bare and the house still stands. The lands prosper. Yes, he was a lucky man but family is not with out rough patches. Not with out flaws. They were human after all and no one was perfect. Many would say that Rorric was warrior, a true leader, honorable and highly respected. His children some days may say he was a monster, pig headed and stubborn or even cruel. That was family, the real story and with out, he had nothing. Rorric kept his glacier blue hues focused on the horses off in the distance, prolonging the peace and quiet before day's work began.