<div class="floatright">(https://img00.deviantart.net/660b/i/2014/298/2/a/barbarian_by_wereorc-d84344r.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Garret Nasteal<br/><strong>Time of day:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Executioners Platform, Castle Plaza<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>None, Open ;<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Cleaning up after the execution whilst being curious about the going ons that were happening now. Passive Perception Enabled: 12<br/><hr/><br/>Garret had seen to his duties as his final day as an executioner. The cheers of the crowd followed by their swift dispersal once the guards and knights began closing in on those at the center of the chaos from all that smoke. Some were recognized but others weren't at all. He remembered the zebra from the tavern he frequented and how he would entice him with numerous stories of heroic adventures whilst enjoying a pint. Quietly he began working to hand the body and head off to the gravekeeper. The reason was that the body and spirit had to be laid to a proper rest amongst the dead, even a condemned criminal, lest one wake them with vengeance against the living. One of the tenants of Karma's disciples and Allah's chosen, backed with the Royal family approval to keep their kingdom safe. Even a mere funeral pyre can be a strong preventive force.<br/><br/>Speaking of which it was his chance to finally watch what was happening and for the most part nobody seemed to be in the habit of resisting the guards. He wasn't sure what the results would be but he imagined there was going to be some sort of punishment for the mishap at the execution, despite the circumstances behind all of it. However his curiosity was indeed piqued significantly when the page came up towards him. Quietly whispering into his ear, the man gave a polite nod. Mentally he question why the king would require an soon to be dismissed executioner of all things at the court unless these circumstances gave him yet one more job to carry out before he relinquished his position.<br/><br/>Not one to ignore the kings orders, he took to cleaning the platform first and then would head off towards his chambers. He needed to wash himself off and don his more ceremonial garbs for his position. To cleanse himself of his final act and then make himself ready to meet with the king within the court. He made sure to cleanse his axe of the blood that had stained it and wash it into a pristine form. A bit of salts, soaps and a good rub down of well muscled limbs later and he proceeded to dress up and attend the court. No matter how many or few times he has been to attend the courts, it always was quite the welcoming sight to see. Even more rare was the fact that he was personally called upon by His Majesty, The King. Thus he was quite interested to see what this had to do with him.