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Lericanin scrambled to get a fresh tabard on though this one was almost as dirty but the grime wasn’t new. Once he was satisfied with what he had on he clamored down the ladder and ran towards the keep to the captains quarters. The troops were still in formation on the parade ground without their officers. No one was talking and Lericanin could see a lot of looking around going on as well as some nervousness among the troops. Once he made it through the door to the keep he immediately turned left and was knocked backwards as if he had run directly into a wall.

Bells subsided slowly as Lericanin looked up and recognized one of the entourage who escorted the new commander to the garrison. The young man jumped to his feet as if a bee had stung him. “My apologies sir, I should have been more careful."

The veteran warrior cast his eyes over Lericanin showing no signs of having even felt the impact. “Yes you should. No harm done though. Now move along, you don’t want to keep the knight-captain waiting.”

Nodding to his elder, Lericanin mounted the stairs two at a time then turned right at the landing. The floor was littered with various pieces of clothing as well as several small pieces of furniture and fragments of the washbasin Captain Patrell used every morning to wash his face. Captain Patrell stormed out of his former quarters holding a small bundle of books and a bottle of wine, stormed past Lericanin, and headed straight for the stairs without a word. After he passed Lericanin stepped to the door just as the knight captain ordered the furnishings removed and burned and his things brought up as soon as the caravan arrived. After confirming his orders were understood the new commander turned his attention to Lericanin. “Walk with me."

The two of them walked for several minutes in silence until they had reached the upper parapets of the newly constructed keep. The knight captain remained silent while surveying the parade grounds below. Lericanin studied the veteran, noting the highly polished armor, crisp white tabard emblazoned with the black dragon of Kecel, and finely crafted longsword held in a beautifully crafted sheath hanging on the his hip. It seemed as if everything about him was in perfect order, nothing out of place and he was completely and confidently in command. His presence was reassuring and offered the young man hope after a year of drudgery.

My name is Carlton Ulstead, knight of Kecel and newly appointed knight captain of this garrison. As I said earlier I had the honor of serving with your grandfather for many years.”