<div class="floatleft"> (http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/24500000/Jaime-Lannister-house-lannister-24542414-1638-1092.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Lorenso Florencia<br/><strong>Role:</strong>First Sword<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Leading the Caravan back to the Castle.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Lenally. Prince Kale. The Aserits.<br/><hr/><br/>Lorenso growled angrily when Kale continued, whistling and giving his hand a wave to his men to break formation, who advanced towards the flanks of the Aserit caravan. The crimson armoured guard lined the length of the Aserit column clearly keeping an uneasy grip on the hafts of their spears, looking dead ahead, trying to be as respectful as they can. Lorenso grabbed Kale's cloak, pulling him downwards so he could talk quietly to him a little to harshly. "Hold your tongue. Your Highness." The anger was evident in his tone. "Your Father has commanded us here for peace talks. That means you will act with the decorum befitting your station. We will discuss this at the Castle. Do not make a scene." He glared up at him again, releasing his cloak, speaking freely so the others could here. "Lead the way Your Highness. Your men are ready to follow."<br/><br/>He allowed Kale to lead the column, as would be expected of his station, despite the fact they were Lorenso's house guards. He walked half a dozen paces behind him and his flank of two knights. Clearly seething. The Aserits followed behind a few steps behind him, the streets slowly widening as they reached the gates of the city proper. The stench of the unwashed outside the gates gave way to the sweet perfumes of the inner city, the portcullis raising for the Prince.<br/><br/>As they entered onto the paved stones of the city Lorenso seemed to calm, if only slightly, the angry grip on the pommel of his sword gone at least. Many of the Theirian merchants and tradesmen who lived within the walls lined their balconies to watched the caravan with interest, only the occasional abuse hurled the way of the savages he escorted. He couldn't blame them, unlike Kale, they were not privy to the games of politics between kingdoms. Thankfully, no fruit or other projectiles were aimed at them on their walk.<br/><br/>Nearing the castle the streets open into the pleasure gardens, an open air scene of beauty lust and sin. A place Lorenso so often frequented. The smells of lucious perfumes hit his nose, the happy squeals and passionate moans of lovers hidden amongst the soft grasses of the gardens. The streets here were lined with King Varta's favoured sculptures from the cities artisans, everyone a work of refinement and beauty. This was the sort of thing he was fighting to save, Lorenso concluded. This happy, civilised society he loved as much as his young King, and best friend.