[Open] Walhalla wacht

[Sylvan Ravenhead]

Being in charge of his own warpack made Sylvan a lot more careful than he was before that. As a simple warrior he never had to care a lot about others. Kill or be killed, that was the only question he had to find the answer to, day after day. It was a relief for him not to be in charge anymore. Sure, the circumstances under which the wolf got relieved were far from ideal, but it is not healthy to question what has happened. Why, maybe, if one intends to understand what was made wrong or right. But to simply question the past brings no value with it. As a being that valued his time and resources, Sylvan did not question. He simply accepted and moved on. A quality that allowed him to stay sane in most situations and not lose his cool.
The first thing the wolf inspected was his tail. The long appendage was paramount to his sense of balance and could be used as a distraction in a lot of fights. Several brushes of nails to straighten up the fur and get rid of knots allowed the object of inspection to receive a passing mark. Said nails came second. While wolves did not posses the ability of catkind to completely extract and retract claws, wolves' nails were at least partially hidden. At this partially retracted state, Sylvan's nails reached half an inch in length, adding an inch when he extracted them to their fullest length. The warriors' of Lupus Empire sharpened them to a point where mere skin could not resist, thus the need to wear gauntlets in order to protect their palms. Sylvan decided that his nails could wait until later in the evening, when he could file and sharpen them without attracting unnecessary attention. That would also be the time to inspect his fangs. More or less accepting his physical state, , the wolf moved to his main weapons - his nodachi.
Deeming it inconsiderate and possibly inappropriate to draw both of the blades at the same time, Sylvan drew the blade from upper scabbard first. This was the Gorechild, wielded by him in the left hand, which he slowly pulled and after the mechanism in the scabbard opened it up at the top, lifted the nodachi up to the level of his eyes. Carefully inspecting the collar of the blade he made sure that it was still in place and holding strong. Then came the turn of the handguard and hilt. Last but not least, his eyes roamed over the blade itself. Lack of any visual problems was tested with checking the way it sounded. Some might find it funny, seeing a wolf listening to the music his nails drew from the steel, but for someone whose whole life depended on the absence of surprises, this was no fun. Satisfied with the sound and the grove sharp edge of the Gorechild left in his nail, Sylvan put the nodachi back into its scabbard, retracing his moves from when getting it out.
His second nodachi, wielded in his right hand and absolutely identical to the first, was the Gorefather. This one usually saw the battlefield if the opponent was proven worthy or was simply way too numerous to handle with Gorechild only. It was taken out of its scabbard much like the first nodachi with the only difference being the reverse grip on the handle when taking it out. The wolf did it like that due to the fact it allowed him to easily pull both nodachi out when the situation demanded it. Repeating the steps he just followed through with the Gorechild, Sylvan put the Gorefather back to its resting place. Next time they would feel the air to test blood, not be tested.
Patting himself up and down as much as he could, the wolf confirmed his chainmail and metal plates in his trousers were intact. His other instruments, like the grooming kit, also seemed to be intact. Once again, this would have to do, until they are able to stop in some place that would allow for more personal privacy. Speaking of which... After looking around a bit more, Sylvan could tell that humans were the largest race to be represented here. There were other races, true, but not so numerous. And definitely there were none of his . In this case, he believed, it would be prudent to hide his features. Thus, the wolf put his rain hood over his head, efficiently hiding his features from a cursory glance. Of course, this might attract unwanted attention, but at least that would warrant him some time to be able to explain, and not face the hostility from the very start. Probably.
- I am ready now. It would be for the best for you to take the lead for now. At least then we could always downplay my presence for being your bodyguard or something along those lines. To my knowledge, that explanation tends to ease lesser minds when facing someone they would rather not in any normal circumstance. I hope this world is not that much different.

A short tour to MT to learn what is going on in the "world" and that quest sounds like a place for the first pit-stop. I would suppose you are the first one outta here and into the Camelot? In that case I'll find your thread next.