Stephen
Stern Logarsh, village of Cisna.

The orc nodded at the two knights before exiting from the back of the cart. Fresh air finally entering his lungs, making him cherish that moment. The squire followed behind the knight and the scholar, silently and obediently, aware of the fact that, officially, he was to serve Warren as his squire for all the duration of their mission.
His green skin was showing in from his shoulders to his wrists, a decision made by the weaver of the Bulwark to allow freedom of movement and also save some cloth to make the white hood, which hid the orc's inhuman traits very well. 
He looked up at the guards and sighed, nervous. Yes he was wearing the clothes of the White Roses... But who knew what the guards would have done in response to a rather larger paladin.
Shirley
**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**
*Guards of the Town*

The guards watched as the three men exited the cart in their orderly fashion. Weapons still in hand and wary they watched the men get out of the cart. It began to hail, that and the rain were the only things making any sound. The silence from the gatehouse became deafening, so much that the Captain could no longer stand it. He called to the group asking, "So I assume you have a group of 3, seeing as that is all that manned the cart?" 

Suddenly, one of the turret crossbowmen called on to the crossbowman parallel to him, "Oi, Anad! Look at the bloody tall one! Looks sick with that skin!" The two laughed at the comment. 

"Prolly cursed by a witch down in Terresol!" Anad yelled. The two continued to laugh at the jokes they told, directed at Stern.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, gates of Cisna

Stern eyed the soldiers, his fists clenching. Yet if there was one thing he had learned by the little time he had spent in the Bulwark, it was the art of hurting with words. He chuckled to himself "Well your mother didn't seem to mind it last night!" His voice roared like thunder and definitely was something none of the guards had ever heard before. 
Stern looked at his fellow paladins, waiting for them to move on with all the important talking. He crossed his muscular arms and remained silent, his smirk revealing the pointy teeth and tusks. He was beginning to enjoy this new tongue...
Shirley
**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**
*Guards of the Town*

The two guards looked at each other. Not with anger, but with fear. Never had they heard a voice so loud and explosive. Nor have they ever seen a human with fangs that large. The two prepared their crossbows. 

"What the fuck? That ain't a damned human!" Anad said. "Cap'n, who are these people?" 

"Hold on you bloody coward!" He called at him. "I ask you once more, who are you lot?" The captain called at the trio of knights a third time.
Karen
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade
Gates of Cisna

Biting back a laugh at the exchange the two men waited for the commotion to slow down, Alabet nodding for Warren to take point with the surly guardsmen. "Stand down, man. And tell those two with the bows to calm down while you're at it." As if on queue the younger man produced the letter that the order had received asking for assistance, holding it out towards the captain and trusting that the man would be able to recognize his Lords seal. "We are here on business of the Order of the White Rose by request of your Lord. What business that is respectfully remains our own." As if to translate, Warren added on "What that means, good man. Is open the gates or start looking for a new career."
Shirley
**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**
*Guards of the Town*

"Alright. The castle is at the hilltop of the town. Make sure to not pester any of the townspeople or merchants," Declared the captain.

Immediately after, the portcullis opened, the guard standing at it's large mouth stepped aside to allow for the carriage and trio through. 

The captain rushed down and entered the mouth of the portcullis through a reinforced side door near the arch way into town. As he made a complete stop he said, "Assuming that the Baron follows his usual schedule, he will be in the main hall of the castle. There you will meet his friend, Andrej Sokol. He is an Azaryan ranger, and possibly your partner on the job. With that being said, safe travels." Immediately after finishing the comment, he turned back and went up the stairs towards the main lever of the portcullis to close it. 

The idling guard rolled his eyes and watched the group intently.