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Post by isadora on Jul 25, 2012 21:14:42 GMT -5
A small nation heavily reliant on trade, rumours spread through Gwent as quickly as wildfire, so when an unusual group of people were said to be travelling through, word got around. In the past, Isadora may have paid little mind to such rumours, but recently she'd developed something of an interest in such things, so she often had her maid collect stories from the town and markets so that she could stay informed about any...curious groups that came to Gwent. When she heard about this particular group, she found herself intrigued and took it upon herself to make the journey out to see them.
She had taken to travelling with a light guard, only two of her knights. Her father might protest that, if he knew. The reason she travelled with only two was because they were two men she trusted implicitly, both to protect her life and not to go blabbing about her excursions to anyone who didn't need to know. And her father certainly didn't need to know. She rode in between the two men, chatting jovially on the short ride. The town she'd heard about wasn't far from the city, only a few hours ride out, so by late morning, they arrived in the town.
Isadora was wearing a casual, sturdy riding dress, although her definition of 'casual' was still far finer than any peasant could afford. She dismounted as they entered the town, greeting the first of the curious peasants who had emerged to see who had arrived. She greeted them with smiles and kind words, before she politely inquired about the rumours she'd heard. The townspeople were only too pleased to point out a rather inconspicuous house near the edge of the town. Isadora glanced towards it curiously, but otherwise continued speaking with anyone who approached her. She didn't want to turn her own people away, even if it was to satisfy her own desires. [/size][/color]
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