Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-10 08:38:00 |
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"Papers." The pair of guards standing watch at the East Gates were caught on the tail end of their long shift, and as such, had little patience or friendliness to spare. Especially for this sorry lot, as they appeared to be nothing but dirty vagabonds with likely less then a dozen gil to spare between them. The youngest one, and most well-mannered of the group, approached and handed over his travel documents as ordered. He smiled and watched as the guards cast a quick glance over the papers, exhaustion writ over each of their faces. After a silent consensus between them was made, the guards tossed it back to him and urged the vagabonds inside. One of the fighters sniffed as they passed, wondering to himself how many desperate peasants came to city each week to try and realize some misguided dream of wealth and prestige. The young traveler put the papers back into his hand-me-down coat and cast his attention to the day's first task. Time had been on his side that morning. Not one minute was to be wasted on lodging or business, especially with the outline of the Grande Cathedral now in his sight. In weather-beaten clothing, a hand-me-down tunic, ragged trousers that had been patched thrice-over and a pair of muddied boots, the wanderer picked up his pace and made for Sunday Mass. |