Emperor Sagan
Lord Commissar
Putting up the tents was hard work, but Petrocoles was used to heavy labor. Working all day at the quarry had seen him through many seasons, shaping his body into what it was now. Kesapoli was a thriving town, and it only grew grander as the years passed - and he was part of that. If he wasn't quarrying marble, he was helping flatten foundations, raise stone walls, and during times of being sick, helping the lady folk paint the houses in vibrant colors thanks to the abundance of precious mountain flowers. It was not only pottery they painted in bright colors, but their very homes, too.
As such, Petro found himself stalking around the perimeter, perhaps looking as if he was helping the watch, while the reality being that he was just looking for flowers. His special flowers he got during the parade were gone now, lost and damaged during the battle, but he suspected that there had to be some other flowers in the area. So far, he had collected very little, save for a curious golden flower with wide petals, a few small lavenders, and a wilting but not yet dead orange bulb. Not the best for dye, but they were pleasant to behold.
Sentry appeared and startled him slightly, for he was not expecting company. He stood from the grass and shook her offered hand, wondering what he should say to an actual, real honorable warrior.
"Um... good fighting today," he said, perhaps more timid than he intended.
As such, Petro found himself stalking around the perimeter, perhaps looking as if he was helping the watch, while the reality being that he was just looking for flowers. His special flowers he got during the parade were gone now, lost and damaged during the battle, but he suspected that there had to be some other flowers in the area. So far, he had collected very little, save for a curious golden flower with wide petals, a few small lavenders, and a wilting but not yet dead orange bulb. Not the best for dye, but they were pleasant to behold.
Sentry appeared and startled him slightly, for he was not expecting company. He stood from the grass and shook her offered hand, wondering what he should say to an actual, real honorable warrior.
"Um... good fighting today," he said, perhaps more timid than he intended.