@cxmpendium
Sergei Strelka was out on patrol with a squad of knights within the City of Artisans. Under normal circumstances, the captain of the Platinum Knights would not join his men on their guard duties and would instead be tasked with matters required of his station, however this time, something this time was amiss. Earlier this morning, there were reports of a shooting star or meteorite streaking across the skies before impacting within the vicinity of the fields of the Meadow of Triumph. This incident had caused quite a stir among the populace of Lastonbell as such signs were predicted to cause misfortune in the coming times.
It was only a week away before he had to rendezvous with Princess Alisha in Marlind for the meeting to talk of peace between Rolance and Hyland, but this upheaval was going to delay his travel plans for quite a while until matters here were settled. There was no need for him to close the gates leading to the capital as of yet, so people were free to come and go between nations; doing so would only rise suspicions before panic starts to generate malevolence and breed hellions.
At least there would be no need for inspections.
Still, he kept watch on those who passed through the gates just to be safe. It was only when his eyes catch site of a person whom wore odd garments enter the city that he called out to the man to halt his advance.
“You there. Might I have a word with you for a moment?”
