OOC: This happens 2 weeks after my RP with Orian in Maloren. Just for notes.

Lucan had traveled far in the last couple of days. He had stolen money to buy new clothes after giving some to his new aquaintence. Then he had decided to move on. To go find what he was meant to do. He didn't even know where he was going. So he stole a map and put it on a wall. From fifty meters away he threw a knife at it. It hit near Olencia.

So Olencia it was. He followed a dirt road that led him North. He found a barn, stole a horse in the middle of the night and traveled fast. When he saw the city walls he got off the horse and set it free, knowing it would find its way home. He then walked the rest of the way down to the City. Olencia, a grand place. The home of the King so books said.

Not wanting to have to much attention on him he traveled through a gate and traveled with a mob of people that went up the mainstreet. The place was huge, wonderful, and busy! He had never seen so many people in one place. He was getting nervous. He had no money on him but that wouldnt stop a cutpurse. He found a nearby alley and headed towards the palace.

He had read about it and wanted to see it with his own eyes. He came out one alleyway, and onto a less crowded street. He followed it and as he came around the corner, it hit him. The grand site of the palace. His eyes widened and he gulped. It was so big. He saw a gang of people coming his way and saw they were guards. He dressed in a plain gray tunic and loose pants, black belt and boots. His black coat hid all of his knives and his boots and belt carried some as well.

He looked around and just decided to stay against the wall. People cleared the street for the guards and as they walked by, Lucan decided to follow them. He trailed them and trailed them, till they went into a complete circle and found themselves at the fortress. Lucan slipped in through a side gate on the wall. He saw a barracks and smiled. He went and found little places to scale.

He went up and up, till he was on top of the barracks. He crouched and looked around. He found what he was looking for, a trap door. When he tried to open it it didnt budge. He sighed. He took a knife and wedged it into the crack. He then broke the door and made a hole big enough for him to fit through. He landed in some kind of attic. He saw mainly old armor, old weapons and ... dust.

He walked down the stairs to his left, the only apparent way down. He went down the spiral staircase and heard a noise. He went into the nearest door to his right. Wrong Idea. He closed the door behind him, backed up and hit a desk. He spun around knives fipping out and into hand. Infront of him was a man, an older man but still sharp by the looks of him. The door opened and a guard said, "Sir there seems to be..." he trailed off as he saw Lucan. "... an intruder." he finished.

Lucan backed up to a wall. His eyes betraying his emotions. He was scared, he didnt want to go to jail, he just wanted to look around. He didn't even intend on stealing anything. He looked over at the man at the desk. He stood and Lucan's eyes widened a bit more. The man was tall, dark hair, his eyes between soft and cold. He had a sword at his hip and he didnt look muscular, but Lucan could tell from his hands that he had practiced hard.

"High Commander..." a guard started to say. The man put up his hand. "High Commander?! Now i'm in for it!" Thought Lucan. He sighed. He put his arms down. A guard roughly said, "Put down your weapons." Lucan winced and dropped his two knives. Then proceded to drop eighteen blades of different size and shape to the floor. The guards eyes had widened. But he took two from his shoes, a gift from the man who had trained them.

He wouldnt drop these, they were special. Eighteen inches long, slightly curved, black blades, black marble handles. "Drop them!" the other guard ordered. He shook his head and put them back. He put up his hands and the guards grabbed him by the arms. The man came over to Lucan and looked at him in the eyes. Lucan could only stay on his knees, and strained to look at the man, the so called High Commander. The way the guards were holding him, it was hard to look up at all.

OOC: If you would like me to change anything let me know. ^^

Hadrian looked down at the numerous papers on his desk. Some were status reports of the different quadrants of the city, but most of them were complaints, addressed to him, no less. The soldiers were getting rowdy again, Hadrian had the mind to publicly execute a few, but then the problem was who they were. Most of them didn’t have a name, most were only descriptions of the soldiers. But Hadrian had isolated a few. The gallows would be busy today. He would execute them himself.

That was what one got for messing with him. A quick walk up a staircase, a little measuring for a particular length of rope, and then bang! Capital punishment at its most efficient. For the leaders, Hadrian had a rather evil thought to tie them upside down in a well. But then the King might refuse. Always up for the humane way, the High King. Hadrian couldn’t disobey him.

As he set the numerous papers aside and got ready to stamp his seal upon a few official documents, such as a search warrant for a particular hideout the soldiers used, and a few that consigned the prisoners to the gallows. His seal was something unique; Hadrian never let it leave his person. It was a ring, a single ring, on his right. It bore his own crest; a kingfisher and a sword, and a crown for the King.

The sealing wax burnt as usual. Hadrian let a few drops drip onto the parchment before putting his seal. He then put it in an official envelope, with his seal as well. Death in a pretty package. He was just about to call one of the runners to him when there were hurried footsteps outside. Hadrian raised an eyebrow, and rose, hand on the sword at his hip. What had the troops riled up now?

The door banged open, and someone who was most CERTAINLY NOT a King’s Guard backed up and hit his table. Hadrian narrowed his eyes. Who was this? The other took out dual knives, causing Hadrian to withdraw his sword at half length.

The door banged open again, and one of his soldiers, Private Bacara by the look of him, halted mid-invasion and saluted. He was slightly glad to see the man still had respect for him. Meanwhile, the intruder was gazing at him, and then his wild glance went to Bacara.

“Sir there seems to be... an intruder." he finished.

Hadrian moved around his desk and sheathed his sword again. The boy’s eyes were betraying his emotions. He was scared, like a lost duck. But then no one barged into his office like they owned it, yes?

"High Commander..." Bacara started to say. Hadrian cut him off with the wave of a hand. He was looking at the intruder, who sighed and lowered his hands. Bacara stepped forward and roughly said, "Put down your weapons." The intruder winced and dropped his two knives. Then proceeded to drop eighteen blades of different size and shape to the floor. Bacara’s eyes, and the other guards widened, but the sight didn’t impress Hadrian. So he carried knives, what of it? As long as he didn’t use them to harm, Hadrian was quite okay with that.

But then the intruder took two knives from his shoes. Hadrian could instantly see the fine craftsmanship. He could confiscate them for his own collection, but he wasn’t that kind of a man. Bacara ordered him to drop them, but the intruder refused. A special gift then. Hadrian was about to call it off when the other guards, headed by Bacara, took the intruder by the arms and made him kneel. Hadrian came over at looked at him straight in the eye. Fear.

“Private Bacara, fetch a pair of irons in the armory.” Hadrian said, unsheathing his sword. Bacara turned and left. Hadrian held his sword toward the intruder, the tip only centimeters away. “The rest, stand at ease. I’ll deal with him.”

“Sir, he barged into the barracks…” Another spoke. Hadrian gave a nod. “I am aware of that. At ease, gentlemen, or I will do it for you.” The guards remaining nodded, clasped their arms behind their back, and those with spears barricaded the entrance.

“So tell me, what brings you to Olencia?” Hadrian began, sheathing his sword to avoid alarming the intruder. “Tell me your name, and where you hail from.” Hadrian turned around and leaned on his desk, arms crossed over his chest. “This is not an interrogation. It is merely an inquiry. Do not resist, and by the time Bacara comes back, I will tell him to return the iron handcuffs.”

“Private Bacara, fetch a pair of irons in the armory.” The Private left the room. The High commander unsheathed his sword. Lucan was scared, he just wanted to look around, to be free. And yet here he was about to go to prison. “The rest, stand at ease. I’ll deal with him.” Lucan took a slight gulp and then felt the tension release. He sat up, still on his knees. He looked the man in the eyes, a little less afraid, but still afraid.

“Sir, he barged into the barracks…” a guard started to say when the so called High Commander said, “I am aware of that. At ease, gentlemen, or I will do it for you.” Something was telling Lucan that if he just did not lie, he would be just fine. He hoped his loose tounge would not betray him and start talking nonsense. He took a breath, the man's sword nearly a centimeter away from him.

“So tell me, what brings you to Olencia?. Tell me your name, and where you hail from.” The man sheathed his sword. Lucan by now was indeed confused. “This is not an interrogation. It is merely an inquiry. Do not resist, and by the time Bacara comes back, I will tell him to return the iron handcuffs.” He relaxed alittle and looked at the man infront of him. His offer was tempting.

If he spoke, there was a chance he would still go to jail. But if he didnt speak, jail. He would try. "Sir... High Commander is it sir?" he asked with respect. The man nodded. "I am Lucan Issod of Maloren. I ran away from that place to come here. I've read about it and never seen it before. So I came, and sir, I am impressed by it. I've never seen anything like it." he said.

His voice rang true, how could it not. He wasn't lying. "A troop of soilders came down a street, Shan Street I think sir, and I followed them. We made a round and they went back to the palace barracks, to here. I wanted to see what it was like so I came in through the roof... through a broken trap door." he said.

"I'm sorry for sneaking in sir... I just wanted to look." he said finishing his story. If the man wanted to know more, all he had to do was but ask. Lucan just did not want to go to jail. He looked at the guards behind him. With all of his knives save the two in his boots, on the ground, he couldnt even take two down. He wouldnt try, it would be stupid and pointless. He turned his head back to the High Commander, no longer afraid, just nervous.

"Sir... High Commander is it sir?" he asked with respect. Hadrian nodded. If the man had left out his title, Hadrian would’ve thrown him into jail, make no mistake. "I am Lucan Issod of Maloren. I ran away from that place to come here. I've read about it and never seen it before. So I came, and sir, I am impressed by it. I've never seen anything like it." he said.

A runaway? Intriguing. That would mean he was a convict or someone who was abused enough to escape Maloren and come as far as Olencia. In any case, Hadrian was completely responsible for his actions, seeing as he didn’t have any other contact in Olencia.

"A troop of soldiers came down a street, Shan Street I think sir, and I followed them. We made a round and they went back to the palace barracks, to here. I wanted to see what it was like so I came in through the roof... through a broken trap door." he said. "I'm sorry for sneaking in sir... I just wanted to look." he said finishing his story.

Just wanted to look? Did he want it that badly to barge into the Fort? Hadrian raised an eyebrow, but kept his mouth shut. Hn. Tourists. Last thing he needed. If this Lucan killed anyone in Olencia, Hadrian would be clashing with whoever was responsible for him in Maloren. He would have to repair that broken trap door as well.

Private Bacara came back, a pair of irons in hand. Hadrian waved a hand. “Look straight, private Bacara.” The private nodded and stood to attention, irons in hand. Hadrian leaned off his desk and set on going around in a slow lazy circle about this Lucan.

“In light of the situation, you may call me Hadrian. Lord Hadrian Evaristus.” Hadrian began. “While you are here in Olencia, I will be responsible for you, unless you have any relative or contact in Olencia who I may pass on the duty of keeping an eye out for. In light of your recent actions as well, I will pass on judgment now.”

Hadrian stopped right in front of Lucan. “You will spend one night in the Fort, like any other criminal we have here, but I give you this privilege while you are in. If your actions are tame while you are in the Fort, I will let you go, but Bacara here…” He gestured. “Will follow you. He will be your guide in Olencia, and will report any misadventures you have to me. If I deem your intent is nothing but evil, I will consign you to the gallows. If not, you are free to go.”

Bacara looked as if he needed something to say. Hadrian looked at him. “Yes, private?”

“Sir, I think your punishment is too light.” He said truthfully. “This man here, Lucan, barged into the Fort, and had intent to harm the moment we caught up with him. You saw the two daggers, sir. He was looking for trouble, and make no mistake.”

“Is your claim true, or is it false?” Hadrian shot back. “I was here as well, Bacara, and I saw a scared citizen.”

“Sir, he’s evil, I just know it.” Bacara said. He held out the irons. “Sir, allow me to clap him in irons for the duration of his stay.”

“Permission denied.” Hadrian spoke. “My judgment is final, Bacara, do not attempt to make me angry.”

Bacara gave a nod, although Hadrian didn’t miss the venomous glance the man threw him. Hadrian had him on his back a second later.

“Dismissed.” He said, turning around and lifting his foot from Bacara’s chest. Hadrian went behind his desk and resumed his work.

Private Bacara came back, a pair of irons in hand. Lucan watched the High Commander wave his hand. “Look straight, private Bacara.” The private nodded and stood to attention, irons in hand. Lucan became weary of the irons in the man's hands, but stayed calm. As calm as could be. The High Commander then leaned over his desk, and looked at him.

“In light of the situation, you may call me Hadrian. Lord Hadrian Evaristus. While you are here in Olencia, I will be responsible for you, unless you have any relative or contact in Olencia who I may pass on the duty of keeping an eye out for. In light of your recent actions as well, I will pass on judgment now.” Lucan could not do anything, but nod. Lucan relaxed alittle but did nothing more, he need to listen.
The High Commander came to right infront of him. “You will spend one night in the Fort, like any other criminal we have here, but I give you this privilege while you are in. If your actions are tame while you are in the Fort, I will let you go, but Bacara here…” Lord Hadrian gestured. “Will follow you. He will be your guide in Olencia, and will report any misadventures you have to me. If I deem your intent is nothing but evil, I will consign you to the gallows. If not, you are free to go.”

Lucan was astonished. He felt so... relieved. But then he felt something else. Something from his childhood. Something he had learned. He felt a debt open up. "Honor" the word wrang in Lucan's head. He was beginning to understand now. Bacara looked as if he needed something to say. Lord Hadrian looked at him. “Yes, private?”

“Sir, I think your punishment is too light.” He said truthfully. Lucan nearly jumped at those words. “This man here, Lucan, barged into the Fort, and had intent to harm the moment we caught up with him. You saw the two daggers, sir. He was looking for trouble, and make no mistake.”

Lucan wanted to say his defense but decided to keep his mouth shut. Just incase it brought him more trouble then it was worth. “Is your claim true, or is it false?” Lord Hadrian shot back. “I was here as well, Bacara, and I saw a scared citizen.” Once more Lucan felt relieved. The High Commander was on his side... in a way. Defending him. More Debt to repay.

“Sir, he’s evil, I just know it.” Bacara said. He held out the irons. “Sir, allow me to clap him in irons for the duration of his stay.”

“Permission denied.” Hadrian spoke. “My judgment is final, Bacara, do not attempt to make me angry.” Lucan had something to repay. He would find out how, and why. He knew this man could tell him what he felt. He thought...

Bacara gave a nod, although Hadrian didn’t miss the venomous glance the man threw him. Hadrian had him on his back a second later. “Dismissed.” He said, turning around and lifting his foot from Bacara’s chest. Hadrian went behind his desk and resumed his work.

Lucan's eyes went wide. Lord Hadrian was strong... much stronger then he had looked. Lucan stood now... not knowing what he was to do. "Sir... where am I to go?" he asked. He wondered if Lord Hadrian wanted to get to know him better, wondered if he would let Lucan have his knives back, and wondered ... really wondered what he was feeling about a debt to repay.

Lucan stood now. Hadrian raised his head from his work. He seemed unsure of what to do. "Sir... where am I to go?" he asked. Hadrian set the papers aside. Bacara scrambled up and brushed the dust from his uniform, but wisely kept quiet and did not look at his superior. Hadrian yanked a drawer open. Now where was that scroll? It was around here somewhere. It was vital right now.

“Well, you should be going to your cell….” Hadrian waved a hand as he searched around his desk. “But I should think…. Yes, here it is.” He yanked out a scroll, covered in dust and slightly yellowed. “Yes, I believe this will do. In any case…” He cleared his throat as he looked at Lucan. “The jail… I should think. Yes. You can have the best cell there, the one that’s not damp and with a decent window. We let the prisoners, those whose behavior has improved over time, out every afternoon on the Parade Grounds. And if the private is willing, you can have a small meal before you are locked in the cell.”

Hadrian unrolled the scroll, scanned it and reapplied the seal of office. It was this one, despite being so old. It would do though. He scribbled out the previous High Commander’s name and wrote his own below his signature. “Also…” He held the scroll out for Lucan to take. “This scroll will allow you to keep those two daggers of yours, but the rest will have to be left here.”

Hadrian looked over at the others. “Take the eighteen knives and bring them to the armory. Tag them as well. I don’t want those to get lost in any way. If any of those suddenly disappears overnight, I will find out, is that understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir!’ Several bent over and picked the knives up.

“Dismissed then. Bacara, you will remain.” The private wisely did not reply. He only stood to attention. The others left the room, leaving only Hadrian, Lucan and Bacara.

“Take Lucan around the Fort once before you leave him in his cell.” Hadrian advised, returning to his work. “Give me a gig before you leave with Lucan. Always remember that it is a punishment you must be thankful for.” Hadrian lectured as Bacara began the exercises. For a few minutes the only thing that could be heard was Bacara’s voice counting how many he had done. After a while, he was done with everything. Hadrian peered over a piece of paper.

“Up.” He said simply.

“Sir, thank you, sir!” Bacara rose and gripped his shirt, moving it so he could get some air. As Hadrian waved his hand, Bacara nodded and turned, grasping Lucan’s arm and leaving the room.