With a brief wave from Tedric, Jack jumped back into the driving seat of the carriage and flicked the reigns to set the horses in motion. With the Jacominus estate being located outside the city walls it would take the young man several hours before he would return with clothes for Tedric to change into; though still before the festival was scheduled to start. It wasn't, exactly, ideal that Tedric would be remaining in his armor all that time but there were worse things to contend with. Afterall, he'd survived the Bonding and that alone was enough cause for celebration. Or, putting up with being entombed in steel plate for another few hours. "There is a rather good restaurant not far from here we can go to." He added aloud as the pair started down the nearly immaculate sidewalk. "At least, it used to be good. I haven't been around this part of town in years." He admitted with a somewhat nervous laugh, scratching at his exposed neck.<br/><br/>All around them the city was abuzz with activity as shop owners prepared for the night's long festivities with decorations of all kinds of colors and shapes. Most impressive to Tedric's eyes were the sparkling ornaments that had become all the rage in the last year or so in his absence from this part of the kingdom. Minute little baubles that twinkled a managery of colors when the sunlight hit them just right; he'd been told their displays were even more mesmerizing at night when under the light of a full moon. Which, of course, the Joining had always preceded. Why? Again, he was not quite informed.<br/><br/>"Ah, how very kind of them." Tedric chuckled, though a twinge of pain flickering in the depths of his heart all the same. It wasn't exactly a hidden revelation that he was the least favorite of their children. "But, yes. I suppose my accomplishments in the Royal Army are quite varied." Without pockets to stuff his hands into, Tedric settled for clasping his hands behind his back as he walked.  "Though, I suppose such things are expected if one has served as long as I. As far as training, my parents had me practicing with a blade since I was, oh, five or six years old? Private lessons and the like. At first, I hated it, if I'm being honest."  Which, of course, he was. Whether or not his companion could sense that much through their link he was uncertain but he found little harm in hiding such a thing.<br/><br/>"When I turned twelve I was enlisted into the Royal Army as a squire to the esteemed Wolfgang bloodline. Good friends of my father and, all things being equal, rather decent folk. When I was sixteen I was granted autonomy from my service as a squire and, instead, spent time as a scout with the Forth Legion stationed in the South along the Blue Mountains. They are quite beautiful this time of year." It was odd to reminisce about his time within the armed forces of the Empire. Not that he minded, rather, there had been no one thus far that found such things interesting enough to listen. Other than the odd battle story or a strange tale of adventure.<br/><br/>"Anyway, by eighteen I was knighted and have been ever since moving about between the Eight Legions offering my services as needed. Name a particular battle of note in the last five years and chances are I was there." The last bit Tedric boasted with a little more pride than many might ascribe to such a thing. "The place is just around this corner, if I remember correctly," Tedric added, pointing out the destination up ahead. Rounding the corner, however, the shop to be found there was, indeed, not a restaurant at all. Instead, it was a high-end clothing tailor.