Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140104154151

Makoru had finally found a place to rest for the night, an inn that was somewhat larger than any other inn he had stayed at in his travels. He whistled as he stepped into the inn, taking a moment to realize how little of his former home he had actually seen. Most of his time in Gilane was spent in the great sandstone palace that had once been his home. After he had rented rooms and got settled in, he stepped onto the streets and purchased a new set of armor, as his Nightingale armor practically screamed for attention on the streets of Gilane.

Having purchased a set of red leather armor done in the style of the Redguard smiths, Makoru quickly returned to the inn to see that it would fit correctly. If he was going to reclaim his throne, it would not do well to wear armor that was ill-suited for combat. He stepped into his room and found that the armor did fit correctly, which was a relief. He could not afford to let anyone here recognize him, and having to get fitted for armor wasn't exactly most people's idea of low-key. Makoru then unsheathed Bloodharvest and set it on the end table, taking a moment to consider bringing the blade into the palace with him.

Bloodharvest had been his father's sword before it was handed down to him, so bringing it into the palace with him might not be such a good idea. Then again, the blade had been with him for seven long years. In the rare cases when he had to borrow a sword, it usually felt... unnatural. He couldn't go into battle unprepared, could he? He decided he could think about it tomorrow, and so he took off his new armor and put his sword back in its scabbard before crawling into bed, where he fell asleep still worrying about what would happen if he wasn't able to reclaim his throne.