86th of Ash, Year 124 Age of Steel, The Work Starts
Dawn had yet to break. Soft light from the moons filtered into his room as he woke. Flecks of gold glint in his eyes searching his surroundings. His bearings slowly returning to him. He did not remember even going to bed. With a quick stretch, the giant man stood up from the chair he fell asleep in. Thankfully it did not seem an soreness set in.
The estate sat in complete silence. No creak or groan of wood. No snap of a creature's passing through thicket. It made him wish for company. Deep and heavy was the sigh released, the chill of autumn filling his lungs. He would need to head to the entrance soon as the meeting time approached. Uncertain as to whether or not Kaus would want him to be in full gear or not, he would err on the side of caution. Donning his armour before heading out of the room as the light of dawn began to lighten the sky outside the windows. Quietly moving through the halls trying to be courteous to not wake the house.
Even with the house closed off as it was at night the fragrant scents of the garden drifted inside. Fragmented memories came flooding back into his mind. Times of sorrow in a tavern with Rickter. The scent of evergreen on the nose. Pushing the memory aside from guilt of a failed mission. He knew nothing of the Wolfen man's whereabouts. But he recalled him being one of the souls of light in the greyspace that saved him.
The sound of footsteps brought him back out of his thoughts. Glancing up as a simple and kind smile lifted at the corner of his lips to see his hosts arriving. Standing straight like a loyal soldier to great he superiors. His arm moved to salute but the only salute he knew was one he had no love for any longer.
"If I may, how should I Salute? Or would a bow suffice? If you are to be my employers now, I need a proper way to greet you."
So engrained in him was proper etiquette placed into him from years of service in the Legion. He gave a bow anyway, so as to at least give some respect. Holding it until given permission to return to a resting hold.
Dawn had yet to break. Soft light from the moons filtered into his room as he woke. Flecks of gold glint in his eyes searching his surroundings. His bearings slowly returning to him. He did not remember even going to bed. With a quick stretch, the giant man stood up from the chair he fell asleep in. Thankfully it did not seem an soreness set in.
The estate sat in complete silence. No creak or groan of wood. No snap of a creature's passing through thicket. It made him wish for company. Deep and heavy was the sigh released, the chill of autumn filling his lungs. He would need to head to the entrance soon as the meeting time approached. Uncertain as to whether or not Kaus would want him to be in full gear or not, he would err on the side of caution. Donning his armour before heading out of the room as the light of dawn began to lighten the sky outside the windows. Quietly moving through the halls trying to be courteous to not wake the house.
Even with the house closed off as it was at night the fragrant scents of the garden drifted inside. Fragmented memories came flooding back into his mind. Times of sorrow in a tavern with Rickter. The scent of evergreen on the nose. Pushing the memory aside from guilt of a failed mission. He knew nothing of the Wolfen man's whereabouts. But he recalled him being one of the souls of light in the greyspace that saved him.
The sound of footsteps brought him back out of his thoughts. Glancing up as a simple and kind smile lifted at the corner of his lips to see his hosts arriving. Standing straight like a loyal soldier to great he superiors. His arm moved to salute but the only salute he knew was one he had no love for any longer.
"If I may, how should I Salute? Or would a bow suffice? If you are to be my employers now, I need a proper way to greet you."
So engrained in him was proper etiquette placed into him from years of service in the Legion. He gave a bow anyway, so as to at least give some respect. Holding it until given permission to return to a resting hold.
"Mein Licht, vertreibe die Dunkelheit, befreie meine Seele. Fliegen Sie in der Luft des Zufalls."