[Ivory Citadel] The Groundskeeper's Shed

[Bunny]

A small, non-descript wooden shed stands upon the edge of the well-tended training field of the Ivory Citadel, like a brown tick embedded on the lush green pelt of some giant dog. The door sits ajar, and mumbling can be heard from within the small building. After a brief pause, a man walks out of the shed, a short sickle in his left hand, and a whetstone in his right. He is quickly applying the latter to the former, with the measured and efficient movement of one who has done this for eras. His face is weathered, like many of the shepherds in the area, and his hazel eyes barely visible under his seemingly perpetual squint.

After several more strokes of the stone on the blade, he stops, and looks up, deigning to notice his newest visitor for the first time. He spends a quiet moment evaluating them, before dropping the stone into his pocket, and running his hand through his thinning red hair. "Serale, I'm William Boothby. I tend the grounds 'round here. What can I do for you?" he says in a voice as rocky and untamed as the surrounding lands.