Akiva Aleron had received his instruction. He was needed, the sword were needed. He never wondered why, it was not his place to question what he was needed for, unless there was an usurper on the thrown. He yawned, jostling his companion, Conrad, who rode on his shoulder. He received an angry screech in the ear, to which he apologized. Conrad was a hatchling hawk he'd found knocked from a tree by him in gob beast form. Having knocked the nest free of the tree with his tail he felt bad. He took the young hawk home and took a distant approach to raising it, so it would not become souly dependent on him. Now Conrad comes and goes as he pleases, hunts for himself, and lives in the woods. He has a place in Akiva's home, and returns often. Today he was around when the summons came, and rode along for a ways with the Malachai Male.<br/>Akiva lives outside the city as one of the centennials should small groups of trouble arise he can handle it, or sound the alarm. He is a half hour walk from the small town outside of the city, and about an hour and a half from the city itself. To make better time Akiva Aleron trots down the road. Those in town know him well enough. They know him as a man to pay his dues up front, and as a man for good conversation. He was someone they trusted. There were a few other Swords who live in distance like him, that come as well. Their image is upheld with the Malachai of the town.<br/>Trotting he made time to the city of about 45 minutes. His name fit him well there, Protector On the Wing. He was sure and quick footed. He walked to the palace of their highness, Conrad had left him a little while after getting through the town so he was alone here. It was not unfamiliar to him, but he preferred the trees or lower buildings. He strode into the palace and down towards the hall that the Princess took her meetings in. Surely it was here, he assumed that.