"Do you think you could do this, Sir Dalach? I do like Knights who can do more than swing their blades about yelling my name, and I sense you're smart enough to help me here."
"It shall be done." he answered, still smiling. His voice didn't have pride or overconfidence, but resolve and determination instead. Sahainn, on her side, silently cut the food in smaller pieces before finally eating it, apparently satisfied with her handiwork.
The marriage feast, the event Talinth had heard rumours about. His mind quickly moved to analyze the potential obstacles he would face during the task at hand.
First, he would need to mingle in, meaning his usual set of armor and most certainly Sahainn would not be attending the party, although his loyal friend would be left outside, hidden and ready to track the burglar whenever needed. His lack of familiarity with some customs of the local nobility could also hinder his efforts in that area, not to mention the familiar weight of his armor and helm which dubbed as a way of hiding his identity could be missed.
And second, he had heard from his father nobles were usually people of strong passions and tastes and unusually short tempers. If at least part of them had a behavior such as that of the King, though, he supposed he would be fine...And he had a mission to complete.
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Since the beginning of the Feast, Talinth had been able to mingle inconspicuously in the event, or at least he thought so, since his young age could make most think of him as a squire, or at the very least someone without possessions to qualify him as a good target; he was wearing a piece of chain mail armor he had produced in his home, retaining light metal greaves and other protective pieces of armor which were accepted to be donned along a tabard. His tabard itself had the image of one of the banners of his family on its front, the stylized image of a female worg and her cub forming a circle, their colors white against a light blue background. Instead of an ornamented sword fit for formal events, a steel mace rested by his side, tied by a strap.
This night, he also had to give up on his helmet, his long black hair tied into a simple ponytail and disappearing into the folds of his tabard's hood, which had snowy-white fur running inside it and around the wearer's neck - made for keeping the knight warm in the northern lands, where even the summers are cold. His hazel eyes rarely moved, making the most of their peripheral vision so that no one would be able to tell the knight was looking for something or someone.
His search skimmed over fancy clothing, jewelry, poweful figures and women, and was more focused on finding slips of behavior that didn't match the usual behavior of a noble or corresponded to the soft, predatory steps that sometimes characterized thieves, assassins and the knight himself. Maybe by a stroke of luck, maybe it was due to the fact he had been very good in blending into the shadows even while moving around or maybe because he looked like a foreigner, no one had tried to talk to him so far, much to his pleasure. Sahainn was hidden outside, ready to be called forth by him if he had to give chase.
The hunt for the criminals had started, and Talinth would do his best.
Look for the criminal(s) the King mentioned. Analyze the guests' body language, antics and the way they walk, try to discern the thieves.
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Topic: You are King III: Spring 938 AAL (Read 132630 times)