The mustachioed man turned to his companion as they rode across the field. The pair made an impressive sight, clad in gleaming armor, atop a mare and a stallion, the smaller of which was still eighteen hands high.
“We sent him on an undercover mission, sir”
“Hardly unheard of, there are few places we can act in the open”
“But to Cheliax, sir, a dire place”
“That is why we have oaths, Captain, to remind us of our duties, and to prevent temptation”
“Into a land filled with thieves, slavers, and devil worshippers. Not only has he struck down a powerful undead menace, but he returns to Piren’s Bluff with a powerful artifact”.
“And Piren’s Bluff would have fallen to Cheliax, if not for Ulric’s actions”
“A third feat then. Who speaks for him?”
“General Dakovya has nominated him”
“A man of long and loyal service, Dakovya. Very well, I give my permission.”
“Thank you, General Marusek. I shall let Ulric know”
“And Captain, bring that artifact back to Almas. It will be a powerful shield against the infernal hordes of Cheliax”
With a nod, the captain rode to the West, to the fortress of Piren’s Bluff.