A shadow of black ran swiftly across the frozen ground surrounding the city of Shevraethe. The quick claps of hooves connecting with the ground resounded as the Arabian horse raced towards the city. Leaning towards the horse’s neck sat a young man with a look of pure joy written across his face. Flowing out behind him was a regal looking black cape, which was covered heavily with deep navy blue designs. The cloak was a new addition, he’d heard this place was cold, and figured the cape (or cloak within his bags) would suffice. Unfortunately for him the cape wouldn’t suffice what a desert dweller, such as himself, would need in such a place. Sticking out from the top of the cape were two rather personalized hilts of his twin scimitars. Navy blue tassels were strung from there pommels another sign of his heritage. For he was, as shown by his apparel, an Entenian.

Racing on the young man wore a crooked grin, and chuckled to himself as they drew near to the city. ”What do you think Niteo? Nice city isn’t it?”

Of course the horse couldn’t reply with words, but the beast knew its master’s voice, and let out a shrill, but proud whinny. Smiling all the wider the young rider patted the horses neck and answered softly, ”I thought you might say that.”

All too quickly the pair entered the streets, most riders would slow down their steeds, but this man had no such inclinations to do so. He needed to get somewhere fast, and no one in their right mind would step before a running horse. Besides, he had faith in Niteo; the horse could stop and turn on a coin, and without hesitation at that. He trusted that horse more then most people.

Thankfully there was no need for crazy maneuvers or neck wrenching stops. The city streets were relatively empty and they continued on their way without stopping. The young man didn’t quite know where he was going, but he had an idea… Go to the richest part of town and look for guest housing… he thought to himself. That would be where he needed to go. So he looked up within the city, and spotted the large staircase that lead up into Inclemency. As soon as his deep blue eyes rested their gaze upon those icicle adorned palaces he knew that was his destination.


Sooner then expected they arrived exactly where they needed to be, Inclemency. Looking up in awe the Entenian saw, for the first time in his life, icicles hanging from the proud tower and citadel. Looking back down his eyes widened in shock, he was where he needed to be. “Niteo!” was all he had to shout to make his large black horse come to as fast a stop as possible. Niteo made no other movement, only held his head proudly and stood as still as stone.

The Entenian however was looking at who they had almost run into. He had to laugh at himself even if this wasn’t exactly the correct time. Trying to stifle his chuckles he dismounted with practiced grace and then turned back to the others. Grinning his crooked smile he kept a hand on his horse’s shoulder and conjured the best bow he could. After all he’d never been taught to bow…and one had to pay respects to the Marquis. The Entenian had literally, almost run into Lucien and whoever the other nobles with him were. Rising from the bow he remained grinning, it was too ironic that he was searching for Lucien, and then pop! There he was, even if he had nearly killed him…

“Andrzej Rochir, representing the Mikado of Entenpayne, overseer of the Oniyan desert, at your service.” And with that he also took out the crumpled invitation from his pocket and handed it to Lucien. Then, not knowing what else to do, he leaned against Niteo’s side as he normally did, not thinking that this wasn’t the proper way to address a Marquis.

((ooc: if the color is to harsh on the eyes just tell me and I'll change it. Or you can just highlight it.))