"Make them toil the soil of Surinthomus! They will make great beast of burden and fields!" The decree is heard by all and within weeks, adult and healthy Mammos are equipped with harnesses to drag behind them the sharp, fang-like plows.
512 AD, Last Week of Late Spring
The preparations for the journey are finished. You boat the large boat constructed for you specifically, and your entourage takes several other boats, all filled with wealth and trinkets for purpose of giving gifts. Each boat hosts a dozen guards as well, armed with axes and bows.
As the boat is pushed away from the pier, people young and old gather to see you off, some young ladies throwing pebbles before your boat to scare away evil water spirits that might wish to drown you.
Congratulations! Cyrus has embarked on a Journey!
During his absence, his wife Dugda, and the Advisor, will govern Surinthomus to the best of their abilities.
512 AD, Last Day of Late Spring
The journey of five days on the River is uneventful. Must've been the blessed pebbles!
Your procession of boats has to disembark on the side of the river opposite from the city walls of Rycht. Your courtiers are amazed at the sight - not wooden logs nor cobble marks the walls, no, they've used shaped stones, carved so well that you can't see any chipping or holes, except those coming from corner towers.
But other than that, you realize upon entry, it is city like any other. Lowly commoners go about their daily business, forming lines on edges of the dirt roads to watch your procession when they realize a foreign monarch has come. Huts and houses are made of clay and wood, covered with roofs of hay or timber. If not foreboding closeness and tallness of the stone walls surrounding this settlement, and of course, layout of streets unknown to you, you could easily mistake this for Surin.
Your entourage and guards approach a small keep, similar to yours - tall, with central building surrounded by smaller buildings, but the walls are also made of stone.
A tall, bearded man welcomes you as your entourage enters the courtyard. Servants and guards alike cannot pry their eyes from you, your entourage, and the wagonloads of gifts you're bringing inside.
"Greetings, we've heard of your arrival. Allow me to welcome you on behalf of my lord and liege, King Herykk. He is currently unavailable to greet you, for he is personally overseeing the last details of the Seating to ensure that everything is of highest order."
A) "Thank you. I'm a bit tired from the journey, so if you could see us housed somewhere for today?"
B) "I wish to speak with King Herykk in privacy first. Can you arrange for this?"
C) "Where are other Kings? I would like to meet with at least some of them, if this is possible?"
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