Task: N/A
Location: Resting Area(Astor's Tent)
Emotional State: Fine
State: Slightly Fatigued
Time Skip
several hours have passed?
After being left in the care of his wife for several hours, he could feel enough of his strength returning, and thus, he felt there was no better time than now to seek an audience with the King himself. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered but circumstances have changed. After being recognized as the King's sword, as well as spending much of his free time pondering on how best to serve Astorea, he now knew what he had to do. It meant sacrificing much more of his time in the other world but he deemed it a worthwhile sacrifice, for what he wished to do was a noble endeavor. He could only hope his wife and daughter would come to understand. Although they had brought much joy to his life, It was no secret that for several years, he had been living as a former shell of himself. That much was to be expected after surviving a genocidal war on the sacrifices of others, but It made it no easier on his conscious that through the majority of his adult decisions, he had ended up losing nearly everyone he had ever come to care for. In the end, It made him a broken man who often felt dead on the inside who could do nothing but wander aimlessly, to continue the status quota, but here? Not only did he have the power to make a difference, to prevent history from repeating itself again, he also had purpose once more, and a noble one at that, one that would allow him to protect the innocents from the atrocities of war. Never again, would he allow them to suffer in the say way when he was but a mere soldier. While true peace was a unattainable goal, he would do everything in his power to keep what little peace he and the King could provide, even If it meant meeting a early grave. Even If he excluded his personal ideology and way of life, he still owed the people of Astorea that much, for they had shown him a kindness few players have ever shown him.
After slipping out of his own tent while his wife had stepped out to handle another matter, he quickly made his way down the long corridors of tents that dotted the immediate area. It wasn't much of a surprise really, considering how many wounded there was. Perhaps his wife had stepped out to help the others in need? He wouldn't put it past her, given her overly protective nature....Than he had suddenly remembered he had left without her consent. With a now, nervous grin on his face, he could only hope she wouldn't murder him later for this. All bets were off the table however when it came to his wellbeing. Regardless, once he reached the end, It was only a matter of time before he found himself standing before a large tent guarded by a few members of the Lion Arms, no doubt security personal for the King. If somehow, there was any doubt in his mind that this wasn't the King's quarter, two flags hanged up near the entrance of the tent bearing his personal crest would say otherwise.
In any case, once he made his presence known, as well as his intentions, the Lion Arms guarding the tent granted him entry, allowing him to walk past and make his presence known to the King(@Raid Boss). Not daring enough to enter the tent without explicit permission, he would first "ding" the side of one of the tent's support beams near the entrance with the backside of his hand before speaking up.
Apologies your majesty for interrupting you during your time of rest....but If you would indulge me, I would like to speak with you over something important.
He turned silent after that, knowing better than to speak excessively. He wouldn't budge either, not until he received a reply of some sort. Really, the only concern he had was @Ilusa Nakhalee herself. While he had nothing against her, he was really hoping she would be absent from his bedside for the time being, though.....he might have been asking too much, given her enthusiasm to see him again.
