Maedhros wrote:“Good day to you, I am Gnaeus Angelus Alcander of Florentia. What brings you to this part of the World?”
"Fate n' luck, or whatever else you believe drives men like
us around the four corners of the Wide World. But I'm only a simple wanderer, I'm afraid. Not one of the Wolfpack thieves however, thank fortune. I see you're one of the Black Knights?"
As he spoke, he surveyed this Alcander stranger. Though he seemed most out of place in this squalor, Galdrutt was actually pleasantly surprised to see such a decent-looking fellow in this anarchic, dirty society - he appreciated some evidence of genuine civilization. It made a change from the constant Wolfpack scum that were passing by them in the road all the time, at least.
"Yes, that's correct. I was born and raised a Black Knight. I've been here on an errand for the Order of the Twilight. Have you heard of them, by any chance?" Alcander asked.
Galdrutt frowned. "Can't say as I have. How well known are you?"
Alcander seemed a bit surprised by such a probing question, but he still answered nicely. "Well, I'm still fairly new so I'm not really able to say, but we've fought alongside the Royal Knights before; against the Viking raiders last year."
Galdrutt was confused and annoyed. "Oi, I just said I was a wander-" Then it dawned on him. "Er, sorry, of course - my shield here is a bit misleading. Must have been down to that bloody beer in there. Well...I was a Royal Knight, once upon a time, probably before yours. It's just I only got this right now, actually."
Alcander gazed at him. The man was young but shrewd - Galdrutt could tell by the look in his eyes that he was sceptical of this explanation, to say the least.
"Sounds odd, dunnit?" Galdrutt chuckled, before remembering his language and etiquette. I've spent too long talking with the filth...
"It's an odd story. I'll tell you it some time." He quickly changed the subject.
"So, what errand were you on? What would bring a reasonable-looking bloke like you to this mess of a country?"