Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150424224910/@comment-3293219-20150427113545

The Carriage stopped at the gates as two of the palace guards approached it, wrapped up in blue coats and carrying pikes. The Breton driver looked over his shoulder to Garret, who leaned out of the carriage and gave them a stern nod. They almost didn't recognise him, due to the dust and grime from the deserts of Hammerfell and the wilderness, that still clung to his face, however, they eventually saw that it was him, prompting them to step back and let them both through.

The driver cracked his whip as the carriage slowly moved inside the mansion grounds, a beautiful stone courtyard with a wide variety of exotic flowers covering its walls on the inside. Several servants, stewards and residents wandered the courtyard, talking amongst one another but soon all of the conversations fell silent as they saw that Garret had returned.