7th of Cylus, 718th Arc
Late morning
Oakleigh Estate
He was all set to go. He'd put on his trusty armor, which was starting to show signs of wear after all the seasons spent in the Duke's service. Underneath, similarly worn clothes, easy for travel and blending into city crowds with, were keeping Sin from freezing more than he already did. His cloak was heavy and thick, hanging from his shoulders. The hood was pulled back as the inside of the estate was relatively warm. By now, the other servants and members of the Duke's household had gotten used to Sin's need to dress as if every trial was a Cylus trial. His short sword, which had served him through most of his time as a squire, was hanging horizontally on the back of his belt, hidden underneath the cloak. It made it more difficult to draw the weapon in a trill but it gave people a false sense of power, seeing the bodyguard apparently unarmed.
While the situation in Oakleigh between the merchant houses and other old powers in the city and the newly arrived Duke had come to a bit of a standstill, Sin wasn't going to be the first to let down his guard. Maybe, one trial, when Tristan's rule over Oakleigh was solidified and literally every person in Oakleigh thought of the man as the avatar of peace and prosperity, perhaps then Sin might allow his company to slack of a little more. Until then, everyone was on deck always. Sin knocked once more on the door. "Ser, if we don't leave now we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
After their boat trip back to Welles and the following road trip back to Oakleigh, Tristan and Sin had bonded a little more over their shared interests, mainly chemistry and alchemy, and plans had been put into place to put together an amateur lab where they could try out some basic experiments. Plans that should have had them on the road to Oakleigh more than a break ago. It wouldn't be anything like what he'd used with Doran back at the university but if they got along well, Sin wasn't convinced Tristan knew what he was doing, not really, and they didn't explode on the first try, perhaps he could get the Duke to allocate some more funds toward the building of the lab. For now, they'd go and see who they could meet with in regards to all the glassware and specialized tools they might need.
Acting on Sin's first piece of advice as the Duke's official advisor, Tristan figured they'd go and meet with the big shots first and if they didn't want to help, there'd be enough other people in Oakleigh who could and would help them. Nels went a long way like that. He was curious to see Tristan in action, though. They'd been together for quite some time but he'd never actually seen Tristan be... well, a Duke. He'd done some public appearances where needed and collected taxes and paid for things the Dukedom needed but he'd not seen him actually be a Duke and order people around, not like what he was expecting from this trial's trip, anyway.
Late morning
Oakleigh Estate
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er? Are you ready to go?" Sintih waited a trill and knocked once more on Tristan's door. Thetfretr had finished getting the horses ready, he always liked to make sure everything was in order before approving any horse riding. It wasn't that Thet had the power to prevent others from riding the horses but more that others accepted his rule of the stables in light of his skills. Sin had yet to see someone from the household take a horse without Thet's permission. This trial was no different as Sin had woken up early and ordered horses with Thet. They'd discussed the planned trip to Oakleigh and that they would probably need quite a few things so extra saddlebags were prepared, just in case. Sin held his breath for a moment, trying to listen through the thick oak doors leading into Tristan's room.He was all set to go. He'd put on his trusty armor, which was starting to show signs of wear after all the seasons spent in the Duke's service. Underneath, similarly worn clothes, easy for travel and blending into city crowds with, were keeping Sin from freezing more than he already did. His cloak was heavy and thick, hanging from his shoulders. The hood was pulled back as the inside of the estate was relatively warm. By now, the other servants and members of the Duke's household had gotten used to Sin's need to dress as if every trial was a Cylus trial. His short sword, which had served him through most of his time as a squire, was hanging horizontally on the back of his belt, hidden underneath the cloak. It made it more difficult to draw the weapon in a trill but it gave people a false sense of power, seeing the bodyguard apparently unarmed.
While the situation in Oakleigh between the merchant houses and other old powers in the city and the newly arrived Duke had come to a bit of a standstill, Sin wasn't going to be the first to let down his guard. Maybe, one trial, when Tristan's rule over Oakleigh was solidified and literally every person in Oakleigh thought of the man as the avatar of peace and prosperity, perhaps then Sin might allow his company to slack of a little more. Until then, everyone was on deck always. Sin knocked once more on the door. "Ser, if we don't leave now we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
After their boat trip back to Welles and the following road trip back to Oakleigh, Tristan and Sin had bonded a little more over their shared interests, mainly chemistry and alchemy, and plans had been put into place to put together an amateur lab where they could try out some basic experiments. Plans that should have had them on the road to Oakleigh more than a break ago. It wouldn't be anything like what he'd used with Doran back at the university but if they got along well, Sin wasn't convinced Tristan knew what he was doing, not really, and they didn't explode on the first try, perhaps he could get the Duke to allocate some more funds toward the building of the lab. For now, they'd go and see who they could meet with in regards to all the glassware and specialized tools they might need.
Acting on Sin's first piece of advice as the Duke's official advisor, Tristan figured they'd go and meet with the big shots first and if they didn't want to help, there'd be enough other people in Oakleigh who could and would help them. Nels went a long way like that. He was curious to see Tristan in action, though. They'd been together for quite some time but he'd never actually seen Tristan be... well, a Duke. He'd done some public appearances where needed and collected taxes and paid for things the Dukedom needed but he'd not seen him actually be a Duke and order people around, not like what he was expecting from this trial's trip, anyway.