[Arkahn Th'alashar]

Arkahn had been awaiting an answer to his letter. He just hadn't expected it to arrive so soon. He accepted the letter from the messenger without a word through a slightly opened door and closed it again quickly, sitting down on his bed to read it. The Regent was interested. Good news. Very good news. With a determined look in his one eye Arkahn jumped up from his bed, walked to a closet and retrieved a set of clothes identical to what he was wearing, but cleaner. With military efficiency Arkahn quickly donned the dark blue, loose fitting trousers and tucked them into his polished black leather boots. Quickly his fingers danced across the rows of brass buttons on his military style jacket, buttoning it all the way up to the top button which closed just below the chin. For a moment he glanced at himself in a mirror. Vanity wasn't a soldier's quality, but one needed to look representable. Carefully Arkahn adjusted his eyepatch a little to cover more scar tissue around his left eye. For a moment he hesitated as he looked at his belt that carried the sheath to his Alyssan sabre. No soldier went walking along without his weapon, yet Arkahn wasn't a soldier anymore. Still, he couldn't help feeling naked without it. After a moment's doubt he grabbed the belt, put it around his waist and sheathed his sword, looping a piece of string around the crossguard that would prevent him from drawing it quickly. It would have to do. No man in his right mind would expect a soldier to come unarmed. The Tigron took a deep breath, slipped his large hands into black leather gloves and opened the door.

When he got to the downstairs area of the Inn there was the usual crowd, but after several inquires the Tigron was pointed towards the man he was looking for. Gwigwyn Hurin, a mage. Slowly Arkahn approached the man's table, handing him the letter carefully. "I am Arkahn Th'alashar and I accept the Regent's invitation to meet him right now. I'm ready to leave when you are." Arkahn's sentences were short and to the point as he stood before the mage, his back straight. He'd wait patiently, even if Gwigwyn wanted to finish his mead quickly. A few more moments didn't matter.