Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170804175219/@comment-24685738-20170805183754

The conversation stopped completely as all three of the arguing figures turned to look at Taeris. The young girl and the Warchief looked to Maia to translate, and once she did, the Warchief started speaking, coldly.

"A man brings an army to our doors, and you expect us not to see them as Conquerors?" Maia translated.

The City of Wayrest was beautiful, moreso than the white marble and tall towers of New Imperia, the gritty docks of Anvil, or the stark stone of Cespar.

It was the model Breton city, a place of renaissance, art, music, and beauty. Even the walls were just as beautiful as they were functional, carved with stone statues carved into them, as if they were sentires.

They came to the gates and were halted by the guards, who looked like they were more unwieldy with their spears than even Rhaela would have been. "What business do you have here?" One asked.