Thalon strode quickly down the street, his armour glinting in the late afternoon sun. About a hundred or so paces from the building he slowed, then stopped and fidgeted with the various buckles and straps that held the heavy plates together, allowing his mind a moment to drift.
Had he really come this far in the last few months...? From wanderer to lieutenant of the Town Guard and now, head of his own Guild. Slowly he allowed a smile to creep across his face. In truth he'd been surprised when Jonathan, Thomas and Michael has first approached him about taking over as Guild Master, he'd barely been in Sanctuary for more than half a year, but after all the money and effort he'd put into the place and everything he'd done since he'd arrived it seemed they reckoned him to be the best person to take the place forwards.
He allowed himself another second or two of quiet satisfaction before resuming his walk towards the Guild. The building was relatively large compared to others around it, a single storey of rooms in neat square surrounding an open courtyard. The facilities were basic but that wasn't important, the old walls had an atmosphere to them; the place ached for the clash steel, the stench of sweat and the camaraderie that only those hardened in battle could offer one and other. This was a place to turn men into knights.
The guild key was hanging around his neck, he hesitated for a second before he pulled it from beneath his armour and unlocked the heavy front door. He made is way from the entrance hall across the training rooms and into the bar, turning left he headed for the private quarters, his quarters, he corrected himself. The rooms were small but ideal for his purposed. One would function as an office and meeting room while the other he would keep as his chambers. Carefully he hung his shield and sword from hooks on the walls, removed his armour and seated himself in an the old worn leather chair. For a second he wondered how many people before him had sat here? What had their plans been for the building and it's occupants? Surely non matched his vision, an order of knights stretching across the plain protecting the world from the evils than Thalon knew lurked in the darkness waiting for their chance to strike.
That though was just a dream, first there was work to be done, repairs to make, expansions to plan, recruitment to set in motion. Thalon took a quill from the ink pot on his desk and grabbed a file of paper... but there was something even more important he needed to do first, Dear Father began the letter, I know it has been a number of years since we last spoke but I am writing to you now as I feel that I have finally become the man you hoped I might. I humbly request the right to claim my title as a knight of the realm, to wear my heraldry and to train others in our arts. I invite you to join me here in Sanctuary to survey to work I have set in motion to learn of the man I have I become. Yours, with love Thalon. From a pouch around his waist he took a small gold ring and used it to seal the letter.
He was startled from his writing by a knock at the door, "come in" said Thalon. "His boss" said Thomas "Settling in OK? There's a merchant here to see you, said he's interested in getting someone to escort a caravan north... you interested in seeing him". "Of course, send him in, and while your at it please drop this letter over at the Trackers guild and ask that it be delivered as quickly as possible to this man". Thalon quickly jotted down the location and handed both papers to Thomas. "well" said Thalon. "What are you waiting for? Send the man in and let's see what he needs."
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