Lost in thoughts of his studies, Neffriel nearly overlooked the creature until it was almost on top of him. A large shape, several heads taller than a man, eclipsed the illuminating rays of the sun causing him to snap out of his thoughts and focus his attention to the road ahead. Grey and black spotted fur stretched over a ropey-muscled frame and capped by a canine head; the gnoll whipped its muzzle towards him, and bared a mouth full of pink-stained teeth as it issued a vicious growl in warning. Neffriel pressed to the side of the road to let the beast pass.
Neffriel allowed a glance back at the gnoll as it strode away, the gold ornaments around its arms and legs jangled with each step and he noted a second such creature on the opposite side of the road. The two beasts flanked a broad man clad in crimson-hued half-plate as well as a hairless older man dressed in expensive fitted robes of a much more vibrant red. The beasts kept pace, heeling to the men's flank. Neffriel’s gaze lingered on the robed man, a Red Wizard, amongst the highest caste in Thay. With his attention diverted, Neffriel had unknowingly wandered too close to the robed man, and the gnoll had reacted as it had been bred to do, protecting its master. The Red Wizard rounded a corner and left his sight. As the red wizard disappeared into the distance, Neffriel began to think of his own future… the imminent culmination of his apprenticeship, and, should he be deemed worthy, the offering of the red-robes.
His apprenticeship. The thought brought him back to the moment at hand, and he turned his pale eyes upward to the azure of the sky. Another perfect day -- a reminder that everything within Thay, even the weather, yielded to the red wizard’s dominion. He felt the warmth of the sun directly above him on the crest of his clean-shaven head marking the noon-time hours. The auction would begin soon. He had little time to dawdle. Gathering his own black robes around himself, Neffriel hurried down the meticulously even stones of the High Road towards the gates of Nuthretos, the towering natural wall of the Second Escarpment growing ever larger on the horizon with each step. He paused at the mouth of the city. A large force of men clad in chainmail stationed themselves within the outermost fortifications of the city gates stopping each traveler before funneling them into Nuthretos’ walls. Even from a distance he recognized the seals on their armor and shields as men belonging to tharcion Dimon. An unshaven middle aged man held up a hand stopping Neffriel as he approached. Neffriel’s ice-blue eyes traveled to the long braids of the man’s hair, before meeting the man’s gaze. The man’s eyes squinted as the unspoken message was received, “I stop under the authority of your master, and not for you, slave.” Wordlessly, he passed a handful of coppers to the toll-collector and entered the city.
Neffriel allowed a glance back at the gnoll as it strode away, the gold ornaments around its arms and legs jangled with each step and he noted a second such creature on the opposite side of the road. The two beasts flanked a broad man clad in crimson-hued half-plate as well as a hairless older man dressed in expensive fitted robes of a much more vibrant red. The beasts kept pace, heeling to the men's flank. Neffriel’s gaze lingered on the robed man, a Red Wizard, amongst the highest caste in Thay. With his attention diverted, Neffriel had unknowingly wandered too close to the robed man, and the gnoll had reacted as it had been bred to do, protecting its master. The Red Wizard rounded a corner and left his sight. As the red wizard disappeared into the distance, Neffriel began to think of his own future… the imminent culmination of his apprenticeship, and, should he be deemed worthy, the offering of the red-robes.
His apprenticeship. The thought brought him back to the moment at hand, and he turned his pale eyes upward to the azure of the sky. Another perfect day -- a reminder that everything within Thay, even the weather, yielded to the red wizard’s dominion. He felt the warmth of the sun directly above him on the crest of his clean-shaven head marking the noon-time hours. The auction would begin soon. He had little time to dawdle. Gathering his own black robes around himself, Neffriel hurried down the meticulously even stones of the High Road towards the gates of Nuthretos, the towering natural wall of the Second Escarpment growing ever larger on the horizon with each step. He paused at the mouth of the city. A large force of men clad in chainmail stationed themselves within the outermost fortifications of the city gates stopping each traveler before funneling them into Nuthretos’ walls. Even from a distance he recognized the seals on their armor and shields as men belonging to tharcion Dimon. An unshaven middle aged man held up a hand stopping Neffriel as he approached. Neffriel’s ice-blue eyes traveled to the long braids of the man’s hair, before meeting the man’s gaze. The man’s eyes squinted as the unspoken message was received, “I stop under the authority of your master, and not for you, slave.” Wordlessly, he passed a handful of coppers to the toll-collector and entered the city.
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