<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SniTwfm5BwE/TPVLKccxg9I/AAAAAAAADHU/aV5z3MeyUxg/s1600/Jaime%2BLannister.png)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Lorenso Florencia<br/><strong>Role:</strong>First Sword<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Courtyard > Caravan<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Lenally. Prince Kale. The Aserits.<br/><br/><strong>"Prince Kale sent me, m'lord!  The Aserits entered through the rear of the city, and he is to go to meet them! He sent me to tell you and rode out!" </strong><br/><br/>"For the love of the gods!" Lorenso drew his rapier, spinning towards the courtyard exit, his royal visit would have to wait. "Inform her majesty! I must assist him!" Bloody fool he thought. If this was some kind of a trap the Aserit would cut him and his two horsemen down in a second. It was rash, foolish, and exactly the sort of thing he would have done at that age. "Company! Break formation! Double time!" He called as he ran towards the exit of the keep.<br/><br/>One of his officers had been charged with policing in the slums districts, and while he was not as fast as Kale on his horse, his men knew the area more intimately. He was hot in pursuit of Kale, panting as he sprinted from the castle to the gates, at his back eighty armoured spearmen, their red armour blazing in the mid day sun.<em>God I'm too old for this,</em>He mused to himself as he picked up the pace. He always joked about his advanced years, although he never let on what his real age was to those around him, and in reality he was fit enough to be fifteen years his junior.<br/><br/>His boots clattered along the brick paved streets, of the central city, soon reaching the outer curtain wall. The smell of the encampment was obvious. He knew the royal family had given up as many luxuries as they could afford to try to help these people, selling off items from the treasury to hire carpenters and artisans to build proper housing for the displaced people, but there were far too many. In reality, the encampment was only as poor as the slums of many of the larger Theirian towns, but compared to the capital itself, it was a blight. He and his men spilled out of the main gate into the outer district, the streets narrower, unpaved. The smell off the unwashed was evident. He growled angrily. This was the Aserits fault.<br/><br/>As they approached they could see a crowd of Theirian peasants gathering to watch the confrontation, it appeared Prince Kale had reached there moments before him. Some yelled insults at the Aserit royalty, one man even throwing a rotten fruit at the princess.<em>Idiot.</em>He would need to have him arrested, although he could not blame the man for the way he acted, and also couldn't escape a small feeling of satisfaction as it collided with her. "Clear the way!" Lorenso called, and his spears did the rest, forcing the peasants aside. He waved the officer to form up behind him, and they did, forming a tight spear wall across the breadth of the rode, blocking their passage.<br/><br/>Lorenso stepped forward with Lenally at his side, seeing the Aserit caravan for the first time. He moved to stand beside Prince Kale's horsemen, sheaving his sword. He wished to challenge that upstart Aserit prince, but he dare not show his own up as a coward who needs his guards to defend him. He breathed a sigh of relief when Kale declined the challenge...but then he heard him speak.<em>He would cut you in two...proud fool. Your people are hurting and you cannot even show the decorum to help them.</em>He thought. "I have come to assist you escorting the Aserits to the castle your highness." Lorenso said. "Today is for peace, not animosity." The final comment was directed at Kale, rather than the Aserits, spoken in the chiding voice usually reserved for small children.<em>I will speak to him when we return.</em>