Sangermitt

Chapter
The morning light found its way through the heavy drapes over the
window...
Jè£naté¤Veñdara¤G: Where went the night?
A thought merely spoken aloud, yet it reverberates through My
bedchamber emphasising the silence in the stillness of dawn…
I rise and dress in drab brown sackcloth trousers, pull on worn boots and
grab the wool cloak purchased from an old man wandering the alley near
the docks. No doubt it has never known the feel of hot soapy water since
the threads were woven. Perhaps the smell will not draw any unwanted
sleen on this little adventure.
With My sword sheathed to My right hip I toss the cloak over My shoulder
grasp a sleen knife and sheath it tucking it firmly into My left boot top
then, pulling the tattered legging over the boot top and taking a deep
breath, I set out to find Talarius.
My Guard Garius, no doubt from His expression, has reservations as to
the reason for My attire but says nothing as I leave specific instructions
with Him that He is to personally keep watch over My girl until My
unknown return.
I place a scroll, sealed with My personal insignia, into His hand and have
no concerns He will know what to do with that scroll should I not return
for whatever reason. With a curt nod to Him I turn and make My way
through the front door.
Turning left onto the Street of Silks pulling the hood of the cloak over My
head, I make My way for the center of the City, nodding to the City Patrols
along the way and chuckling to Myself as various reactions to My attire
and then acknowledgements of recognition cross their faces. I return
slightly delayed salutes and make My way through the City Cylinders
which assists in cutting both time and distance for Sar's Villa. I approach
the gates to find the Guards on their toes, a very welcomed sight for once.
I wonder where exactly I am to meet up with Talarius, Aiken and KoHr, so I
linger at the gates like a common beggar waiting for a handout until one of
the Guards approaches Me and ask what business I have at Sars Villa.