719 Arc, 23 trial of Zi'da
The Zi'da air held a fierce bite at Lathan's skin. Despite the wolf fur over his wool shirt, the cold seems to remind the man that he can't hide from Zi'da's embrace. More importantly, the white-brown spotted stallion carrying the human and the saddlebag. The mount has seen it's fair share of travel, and usually Lathan doesn't push his trusty steed to travel from Yaralon to the Etzos. Not during Zi'da, and certainly not at such a long distance. However work was starting to get scarce for Lathan, and after making some estimations it probably wouldn't last him to the next Cycle.
Snow was descending upon the city like a blanket of white as the hooves crunch on the snow. Lathan patted his horse as they were drawing close to the first set of gates on the Eastern side. Lathan rode from the East, so naturally the journey was a little bit longer to come upon this side of Etzos. Dusting off the snow that seemed to settle on his mount's mane. His ash blond locks is partially covered with a cap of leather and wool on his head. Sea-green eyes taking in the architecture that was put into the gates and the surrounding walls. From what he understood they were some sturdy heavy doors. Sparks the curiosity in his mind on what methods is used to secure such large gates. Was it the same typical tactic? Or perhaps a different, more effective method? Perhaps magic is involved even? Questions ran through his mind, but answers remain a mystery. A mystery that can be solved at another time.
Right now, Lathan chooses to focus on getting into the city of Etzos. As Lathan approached the courtyard where a gaint statue of a man with a battle axe looking down at those who enter. The statue's expression was neither a smile nor scorn. From his peripherals, Lathan catches sight of something approaching him. Lathan is garbed in his cold weather outfit which consists of a fur vest, long sleeved grey wool shirt, wool gloves and cap. His pants is insulated leather with a pair of insulated leather boots. Around his waist is a leather belt that has a hip pouch on his right side, and a sheathed jian at his left. The jian appears to be average with the ivory bone hilt that's wrapped in soft leather. On the left side of the saddle is a quiver of ten arrows as the hunting bow is slung over his shoulder. On his back is a studded hard leather targe, but other than the saddlebags and his backpack that's pretty much it on him.
The guard approaching him with a stern expression and holding on a quill with a tablet and parchment. Lathan noted the other half a dozen guards close by as each appear to have as much confidence in their skills as the guard in beside Lathan.
"State your name, business, and how many times you've been in here."
The guard declared that was neither rude or friendly. Straight to the point and simple to follow. Lathan likes that line of thinking.
"Lathan Rüstung, and I'm here for mercenary work. Unfortunately, this is my first time here."
Lathan admitted as he was here for work, but didn't specify on whether he was on contract or looking for one. The guard without shifting his expression scribbled something down on the parchment before looking back up at Lathan.
"State anything of noteworthy that you're can."
Lathan found that statement a bit odd as he was pretty much wearing what he owns. So he answered while refraining from smiling or chuckling.
"Camp Gear, armor, sword, shield, bow with arrows, horse, saddlebags, and that's it."
Lathan really didn't know what else the guard wanted to hear, and thankfully the guard assumed as much. Still he scribbled some more on the parchment like some kind of checklist.
"Alright, the major rule in Etzos is no Immortals influence goes past this gate. Mentioning the Immortal is fine, but no rituals or other customs are allowed beyond this point. Am I understood?"
The guard informed the mercenary, whom nods in acknowledgement. Whether this soldier was pleased or not was hard to tell. They wear their masks of steel well. With a step back from Lathan, the guard speaks up.
"You may enter. Don't cause trouble, and we won't trouble you."
A dip from Lathan's head that wasn't a bow, nor was it a nod. If he had a hat, Lathan would've tipped his hat. So Lathan trots his horse through the first set of gates to the closed iron gates. Which proceeds to open before the mercenary to reveal one of many rings of Etzos.