09-13-2014, 02:26 PM
In the absence of any other sound once he was far enough from the fountain to lose the trickling of its water, Ornstein listened to the familiar rhythmic clanking of his armour as he marched straight ahead towards one of the distant figures. He hefted the spear in his right hand, parallel to the ground, and couldn't help but keep glancing down at it as he walked and grimacing at its sorry state of discolouration. Something told him no amount of polishing was likely to salvage its former golden shine.
He'd continued to march for some time in silence before something caught his attention. There was a new figure, apparently between himself and the distant landmark, and it appeared to be getting closer. Perhaps there had been somebody over there whose presence he had missed at first glance. With any luck, this person could shed some light on his predicament. Bolstered by that thought, Ornstein picked up his pace into a long, purposeful stride that would carry him to his destination a little longer.
Uncounted minutes passed - an hour, perhaps, not that he had been trying to keep track - before the figure was close enough for proper details to be beheld. It was a man, with a fairly heavily angled chin, who wore a white cap atop his head and circular spectacles. Clad in a fur-lined coat, a fashion that altogether struck the knight as very much foreign, he seemed to be approaching the fountain. Time to flag him down and see if this first contact would teach Ornstein what he wished to know.
"Hail!" he called out from within his helm once within earshot, and raised his free hand in a curt wave. "I hope you can assist me, sir. I have absolutely no idea where I am."
He'd continued to march for some time in silence before something caught his attention. There was a new figure, apparently between himself and the distant landmark, and it appeared to be getting closer. Perhaps there had been somebody over there whose presence he had missed at first glance. With any luck, this person could shed some light on his predicament. Bolstered by that thought, Ornstein picked up his pace into a long, purposeful stride that would carry him to his destination a little longer.
Uncounted minutes passed - an hour, perhaps, not that he had been trying to keep track - before the figure was close enough for proper details to be beheld. It was a man, with a fairly heavily angled chin, who wore a white cap atop his head and circular spectacles. Clad in a fur-lined coat, a fashion that altogether struck the knight as very much foreign, he seemed to be approaching the fountain. Time to flag him down and see if this first contact would teach Ornstein what he wished to know.
"Hail!" he called out from within his helm once within earshot, and raised his free hand in a curt wave. "I hope you can assist me, sir. I have absolutely no idea where I am."