I would be grateful to accept your cloak, provided you have another to wear yourself.
[ The garments that Zephirin was given to replace mangled plate and tattered cloth beneath keep out the worst of the chill indoors, but he has learned how quickly the weather turns stormy, the winds biting. Both he and Francel ought set out prepared — which Zephirin trusts the young lord knows quite well.
They are fortunate this day, for the skies are clear when they leave Francel's hilltop home, and still cloudless upon their arrival at Camp Dragonhead. The garrison's knights greet Lord Francel, but know not what to make of his companion, it seems. Some place him as the stranger led past the garrison like a lost child, a fortnight prior, if not in those words.
A fair-haired knight, introducing himself to Zephirin as Ser Corentiaux, appears to be Camp Dragonhead's acting commander, though his introduction includes no such explanation. Perhaps Zephirin only imagines that a flicker of recognition crosses the man's features. ]
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[ The garments that Zephirin was given to replace mangled plate and tattered cloth beneath keep out the worst of the chill indoors, but he has learned how quickly the weather turns stormy, the winds biting. Both he and Francel ought set out prepared — which Zephirin trusts the young lord knows quite well.
They are fortunate this day, for the skies are clear when they leave Francel's hilltop home, and still cloudless upon their arrival at Camp Dragonhead. The garrison's knights greet Lord Francel, but know not what to make of his companion, it seems. Some place him as the stranger led past the garrison like a lost child, a fortnight prior, if not in those words.
A fair-haired knight, introducing himself to Zephirin as Ser Corentiaux, appears to be Camp Dragonhead's acting commander, though his introduction includes no such explanation. Perhaps Zephirin only imagines that a flicker of recognition crosses the man's features. ]