The courtyard, filled with the clattering of hooves and barking of dogs, waited impatiently for Borghast's arrival, as befitting of his rank, he was always last to arrive and made damned sure to use it at every oppertunity.<br/>Either in a social setting or with an army waiting to go into battle, it always gave him the edge, reminded everyone who was in charge, kept them on their toes.<br/><br/>His horse, a huge black beast of a stallion, chomped at it's bit, shaking it's head and pawing the ground, eagre to be off.<br/>It made the other horses jittery, their ears twitching, they side stepped and snorted, their riders having to work to keep them in check as they in turn churned up the dogs at their heals.<br/><br/>Borghast arrived, standing at the top of the stone steps of the central keep, dressing in his usual black and heavy wolf fur collared cloak.<br/>Pausing for a moment, looking stenly around at his most trusted of his huntsmen, five in all, before breaking into a grin.<br/><br/>"It's a good day for the hunt my friends"<br/>He almost skipped down the stairs, pulling his gauntlets on as he moved to his horse.<br/>"Let's make the most of it, I want wild boar and venison for the larder and plenty of it...."<br/>