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Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle, Courtyard.

Sir Siegfried walked confidently towards his armor, it was made of some kind of dark steel, he had made sure to pay for it's repairs, and now that he was healed he looked much more threatening, standing at his full height, he seemed to be about a head taller than most of the other men around him, he put most of his armor on himself, only needing very little help from the servant to put on the more complicated parts, indicating that he had to have done this alone quite a few times before, he put on his helm, whose visor was shaped in the form of a skull with little fangs on the side.

 He also put on his crimson cape, floating in the wind, it beared on it's back the sigil of House Krieger, the edges of his cape were quite embellished with some threads in the color of gold, now that it was cleaned it was much easier to see, Sir Siegfried would get on his horse and always make sure to stay as close as possible to Lady Eyva's carrriage, close enough to even converse if she so desired.
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Lady Eyva Whitton
Whitton Castle, Courtyard.

Eyva had given Sir Krieger some time to get ready. Whilst he was doing so, she was talking to a few of her footmen. Final preparations for her absence. This was the first time she was leaving for a while, she felt nervous, excited. For the first time, she properly felt the responsibility of holding her house. Being such a young age, it would have felt like a burden to many, though Eyva took this in her pride and felt strong. This was what her life had been about; Safe keeping the wall, safe keeping the keep and those within its walls. She had hoped that someday she could expand, having hold of small villages and towns that would settle near her family's castle. It would be good for Terresol, more tax, more houses and more jobs to suit the common people. Her aspirations would need to be discussed; she'd need relevant permission. Her military was already large, it had to be to suit the wall. 

Eyva was dressed in travel wear. She wore the same sky blue she wore when she had found Sir Krieger on the floor. The hem of her dress had small falcons stitched into its fabric. The thread was the same colour so it looked embossed in the fabric, it was very subtle. She wore a thick cloak made up of a marbled grey-brown fur that clasped up with a metal falcon broach at her front. The falcon broach had a small blue crystal for its eye. She wore boiled leather gloves that extended up her arms- much like falconry gloves though tighter around her hands.

When Sir Krieger was suited and, on his horse, Eyva approached him, looking up to him as he sat much higher on her, and even more so now he was mounted. He looked much different now he was kitted out. She couldn't help but smile, she was pleased for him. The broken man that came to her castle gates was no more. Instead stood a strong knight whom would someday get his lands back- she hoped. For the time being he would act as her sworn sword. He still had to prove himself to her. She had given him so much, yet he had given nothing in return- she did not expect an instant payback from him. Though she did expect him to perform well in his role. Perhaps this trip was a good indicator, she wasn't sure if she was going to encounter trouble on the road. There were plenty of tribes that roamed here and there, typically more Northern, but who knew who had slipped through the gaps of the ruined wall. The meeting seemed important, perhaps trouble would arise there- who knew?

Eyva's house was known for its skill in falconry. The northern wing of the castle was dedicated to training birds, ravens, pigeons and falcons. There was always the need for such birds, and it was one source of income for the castle. It's where their house sigil came from too- her great ancestors were known falcon trainers, and originally it was where they got much of their gold. They were a semi wealthy house. Not rich, like the royals, but wealthy much like the Southern lords. With them, they were bringing a selection of well-trained messenger birds. Homing birds were useful to keep should contact need to be made with her castle. She also believed they would be good as gifts, a token if you like.

"You look good, Sir. I pray you are ready for this journey? We have a few stops mapped out on the way there. We plan to stop there for a few hours, though we won't stop for too long at a time. We don't want to draw unwanted attention to ourselves. It's really for the horses. The stable boys say that your horse was exhausted. It is well rested now, but they aren't sure what a long journey will do for him. Let's hope you can keep up. The breaks we have planned should help."
Jose
Sir Siegfried Krieger
Whitton Castle, Courtyard.

Sir Siegfried looked down at the Lady from atop his steed, bowing slightly, he was eager to prove himself to the Lady that had helped him, he wanted nothing more than to pay back his debt towards her, but as she had instructed him to, he would not mention it or his gratitude, he raised his visor so she could see his face, his horse seemed extremely calm no matter the situation it was in, once again he made sure she was done speaking before raising back up from his bow and responding to her sentence.

"Thank you Lady Eyva, I am more than ready, you can be sure about that, as for my horse, it has seen worst days, as unlikely as it may seem, it is a brave animal, and with the breaks and pauses we are taking it will remain in good shape for sure."