Not so very Noble work The war camp was still busy at this time of the night, so he decided against demanding an escort and simply allowed himself the pleasure of walking a few hundred meters away from its external perimeter all on his own.
He was enjoying the cleaner air and quieter surroundings outside when he saw the small retinue of a noblemen he had not met yet. Intrigued, since he was bearing the colors of Eponllyn, he walked back to the camp, wishing to inquire on the identity of this newcomer to the realm.
~Guldor D'Espana
The illuminating light of the great ball fire in the sky, known as the sun, had already sunk beyond the horizon. In it's place a hundreds of torches and cooking fires had taken over the job of lighting the war-camp. Nemean stood with his hands on his hips as he observed the disorganized mess that was his little slice of it. Brushing away some sweat from his brow he heard someone approach. The soft crunch of straw that served to supplement the fodder for the horses gave the newcomer away.
Turning to confront the newcomer Nemean stood a bit more erect. ''Who goes there?'' The dark offered shadows and the flames battled to offer identity to eyes that could not see very clearly. Around them stood several hastily pitched tents, a wash-bucket and a small pile of horse tack. The young man looked healthy, sweaty and as if he just did a fair bit of manual labor.
