Clip, clop, clip, clop went the horse's hooves on the cobbled road. The entire garrison was on edge; who in all of Nesia would be riding along a frontier road at dawn? Bows were bent, spells were readied, swords and spears were grasped more tightly. Was the enemy? Were they riding down the road towards them? No, no there was only one horse; but what if only the orc chieftain rode or the necromancer leading his undead? A clear, strong Nesian voice rang out "I am a squire of the Lord-Commander of this garrison, Lord Joakim. I was delayed on the road by a couple of brigands ... they will not trouble any other travellers alone this road. Look my shield bears his arms and my gear is more than a commoner or bandit could afford. Lower your bows and open the gates so I might serve my master and join your garrison." Name: Vertinari Class: Horseman (however if a spearman, bowman or swordsman is needed more urgently Vertinari could always dismount and fight on foot) OOC: I hope you don't mind he is a squire to Lord Joakim, lord_joakim but well I felt like it.