Betty
Wisdom Serafina
South-West of Korkou, Gwydonian Retinue

Serafina sat atop her mare deep in thought as they traveled to Korkou along a main road. Cleos had taken her visit surprisingly well, but she was worried that upon further reflection he may decide to refuse the claim. There was also the matter of his protection to worry about. Only a few knew about the boy and the Wisdom did not feel comfortable bringing him to the castle or The Abigreth for fear of questions during her absence. Requesting protection from the Red Guard was an option, but she faced a similar issue. House Falke had a good relationship with the Southern Pantheon, but she would not be able to ask for guards without specifying a cause, nor would she be able to hand pick them. 'Even then, I have no guarantee of their silence.' 

An increasing number of caravans filled the roads as Serafina and her guards made their way to Korkou and she smiled, returning greetings with blessings for merchants leaving the city. She pulled out a scroll from her side bag and opened it, glancing briefly through the information inside to acquaint herself with the man she would be meeting with. 'Lord Karl Gwydyon, leader of the Gwydyon retinue. Somewhat arrogant, naming an entire company after yourself.' They had received word from a Wisdom in Korkou that a retinue of at least 300 soldiers, if not more, had made camp southwest of the city. The Red Guard in Korkou had been ordered to be prepared and more soldiers had been called up from the Falke, but it would take a few days for them to reach the city. Serafina's mentor, Jeremias, Head Magistrate of the Abigreth, had asked her to stop at the retinue and ascertain their purpose. Sending the Red Guard may be seen as an aggressive attack, but Serafina was simply a religious advisor. It would be a friendly conversation. She hoped.

Their small group navigated the city quickly and exited the southern gate, angling southwest where she could see smoke rising in the sky - likely from the fires of the encampment. The afternoon sun was high overhead when the camp came into view. Their approach clearly stirred activity as men picked up their weapons and ran to the edge forcing her to stop. A man with leather armour and a sword at his waist approached her, his eyes focused on her guards. "Whad'a we 'ave 'ere? A Wisdom. In our camp!" He looked back to the men at the border of the camp and laughed. "You took a wrong turn, m'lady," He continued, pointing towards the way they had come, " Yer temple is back 'at way."

Serafina rose her eyebrow as he joked and glanced towards the men standing in front of her. "I've come to see Lord Karl Gwydyon." She replied steadily, her voice holding an air of authority, ignoring the jabs at her presence. Her steeled gaze traveled to meet the soldier below her. "Be wary of interfering with the Gods business, my lord, lest your soul experience damnation in an eternal Mourning. Let your Lord know I've come to see him and I will intercede to the Gods on your behalf as this was nothing more than a simple misunderstanding, surely." She finished with a warm smile.
Lori
**South-West of Korkou**
**Karl Gwydyon**

"What's going on here?!" Was heard nearby, the guard clearly recognised the voice as he stood at attention and his face turned sour. A man who seemed to hold some form of authority by the looks of his armor approached: "Well?!" The authority figure shouted, as the guard replied in fear: "T-this w-woman has come to see his lordship." The figure looked at Serafina and remarked: "Hmm, a wisdom? How unusual." He gave a slight bow and introduced himself in a polite tone: "I am Lieutenant Travis and the 11th Progenitor. I serve in lord Gwydyon's retinue, now have you perhaps come to be his lordship's new Chaplain? If not than I'd like to know the purpose of your visit." While waiting for a response he gestured towards the guard to leave while giving him a stern look, the guard knew he'd receive some for of punishment for his lack of discipline and professionalism. The Lieutenant subsequently crossed his arms.
Betty
Wisdom Serafina
Southwest of Korkou - Gwydyonian Encampment

Serafina chuckled and shook her head. "No, I do not come to serve as the Chaplain, but I do seek an audience with Lord Gwydyon." She gestured to the encampment before continuing. "Surely you understand that camping outside a major Terresolian city with 300 men and no prior warning is concerning? I was sent at the behest of the Royal House of Terresol and the Southern Pantheon to ascertain your purpose here."
Lori
**South-West of Korkou**
**Karl Gwydyon**

The Lieutenant responded: "I can assure you we have no ill intent, his lordship's artisans create arms and armor whereafter we sell them to the Korkou garrison, as for the amount of men his lordship holds within his retinue I'm not entirely sure, though i believe he intends to sell his services. I recommend you ask him more about it yourself." He casually patted the Wisdom's mount and said: "Right this way." While pointing to the direction of the camp. He guided the Wisdom's horse to the camp and everyone was promptly let in to the camp after the guards at the gate caught sight of the Lieutenant. Upon arriving at Lord Gwydyon's tent the Lieutenant spoke: "One moment, i will see if his lordship has time for an audience with you." Afterwards he entered the tent and emerged again shortly after, he raised the flap of the tent, indicating that she may enter.
Betty
Wisdom Serafina
Southwest of Korkou - Gwyndyonian Encampment

The Wisdom dismounted her steed as the Lieutenant entered the tent and motioned for one of her guards to follow suit. "Join me." She requested quietly. At the invitation of the open tent flap, she made her way inside. Her eyes fell upon the red-headed "Lord" In front of her and her gaze studied his face, countenence, and weapon at his waist. "Thank you for seeing me." She spoke quietly, smiling at him. "I apologize for the unannounced visit, I did not have time to send word."