There was a small, small problem with the story that Simon really was starting to hope wouldn't come back to bite him. He stood around with the other recruits, listening to them speak, thinking back on the conversation with Sir Joshua. It's out there now that he claims to come from a Silver village... But he wasn't even sure what people of that kingdom had even sounded like. Would he be found out if his accent wasn't correct? Or would they just not question it, thinking he's trying very hard to fit in? Listening to these recruits, he didn't even know what they were saying, but he was starting to pick up different words that seemed pretty common.
Simon shifted back on his heels, a bit of himself peeking through as he was pulling at the fingers on one of his gloves. Was he really ready for this? The others here certainly seemed well trained with the sword. Or at least they knew enough to not raise suspicion. The worry was starting build in his stomach. Did he even stand a chance here? He thought he had prepared enough on the way here, but the journey was nothing compared to being here in this castle, surrounded completely by people who would kill him once they find out.
The little voice in the back of his mind reminded him, and he felt at ease once more. Slowly, he dropped his hands and his demeanor relaxed. He was here to find information, any little thing he could to send back home to ensure the Gold Kingdoms destruction. That was his only task. He just needed to remain calm.
It was in that moment that he realized the rest of the recruits were moving around him, backing out of the way of someone else. One of the Gold knights perhaps? There had been talk of the head of the knights, the one who he guessed the others answered to the most. What was the name that advisor had said? Sir North?
The sword tapping against his boot drew his attention, but he was caught off guard by the one holding it. A woman, a lady knight? That seemed so strange to him. Maybe it was common here, but he sure knew of no lady taking up a blade. Not that his life before would have exposed him to as much anyway.
"Frumo--" it came out like a breath, but he quickly cleared his throat, closing his eyes for just a second as he turned to face her directly, "Forgive me. I take it you must be Sir North, yes?" He gave a little smile as he stepped back, turning to take a sword from the hand of one of the other recruits, who just stepped back in response without a fuss, "I have, indeed. I came to prove I am worthy to protect. Give new purpose to my life in a new land. Maybe you will deem me well enough," he held his sword up to her, "I can only hope, anyway."
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