[Please do imagine the hurried sound of hooves, the black armor, the black cloak, the furrowed brow and pursed lips. Here he is, awaiting at the gates of the Tower. The horse is wearing a matching...cape...] "Your Grace." [please do imagine the bow of his head, solemn and serious] "I seek thine counsel!" ( @severtheheart
The gates open without assistance, and a voice echoes in your head.
Of course, Severino. Your horse can rest in my stable. They will be well taken care of.
Once you’ve settled your horse and arranged the…cape(?), the wizard is waiting for you at the door of the tower. They hand you a small piece of fabric. It’s woven with silver threads and a glowing sigil in the centre.
Keep this on your person, Severino. It will allow you to safely enter my tower. I’ve found that some extra security is beneficial at the present.
Please come in- and no need for honourifics or titles. I find it less…productive when people tiptoe the line of politeness and honesty. I much prefer the latter.
You may call me Gemini.
What brings you so desperately for my aid? You may speak freely- my tower is well protected from prying eyes, ears, and other unwanted presences.
