Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170316230937/@comment-26444332-20170324021517

'I think it's worse.' mutters Azarias.

The horsemen rein in as they approach, and soon they have the group surrounded. One urges his horse forward, wearing black priest-like attire, with a dark red silk cloak and stoles bearing the emblem of a twisting white flame. 'Halt, travelers.' he calls. 'What business-'

Another walks his horse forward, this one wearing similar attire, but with a white cloak and stoles bearing a red dragon rampant. 'Oh, shut up, Delyone, and let me handle this. What are you doing here?' he interrupts, earning a glare from the first speaker. 'We are merely passing through on our way to the north.' Azarias replies, his voice quiet. The speaker waves a hand in the air. 'Since you're on the northern highway, we could guess that. Where are you going?'

Azarias's hand twitches. 'Sir,' he respectfully begins, 'we are merely passing through-' Before he can continue, though, the horseman leans down, taking a closer look at the party. At Artoria. 'You're...' he murmurs, and Azarias sighs. 'So much for secrecy.' he mutters.

'Viscountess Artoria Hadrianus.' the man says, sitting up in his saddle. 'You've been gone quite a while. I am Count Gaius Antony, of the western fiefdoms.' He extends a hand. 'Surely you should return with us to the capital? I can't have you walking in the dust like a vagabond.'