It had been years since the last time he had journeyed South, to the continent. Back then, he had found mighty kingdoms and imperials who spent their time in advancing arts of all sorts and creating unique perfumes that granted any a soul the joy of heaven. While his lineage traced to a honoured knight and exalted champion of his Ulfbitenn overlords, Emathil himself had always found home to the better things of life, beyond the constant conflicts and blood and suffering of mediocrity for the sake of practicality. The miracle of Towton, the city first among all others in Eirelunn to open her port to foreign trade, and first of all to deliver the heaviest of tithes to Dunwyn, was an achievement of his making. It was his mind, free and visionary, that had elevated this little bit of the Eirish mud he had been born over into something greater. Something better. This tendancy was what had established Emathil as the best among the diplomats dispatched by the Ulfbitenn across Erova. Warlords and imperials they may be, the Ulfbitenn could not rid themselves off the brawler, demanding taint in their bloodline that had made them the realm they were now. This, of course, was where Emathil jumped in. It was his words that could be heard in the greater halls of Erova, for he had studied as well as adored the more intellectual aspect of civilization that had been most discarded in Eirelunn.
He adjusted the deep blue tunic, adorned with silver designs of Goidelic fashion, before tightening the red tippet around his throat. There was cold, this time of the year, the sailors informed him. To him? Oh, he had been raised in the Eirish coast. Such cold was a blessing. But the weather carried a relevant etiquette which Emathil was too fond of to defy. As the Nau approached the docks, the red and blue flag of House Marletenn danced in the rhythm of the wind, while mooring was tossed back and forth by stevedores and crew members to secure the ship's harbourside.
After disembarking, the captain of the ship, a Virizian seadog who had been recruited by Emathil for his expertise in smuggling, as much as navigating rough seas, coordinated the crew to offload the many goods carried onboard, while Emathil would arrange for the merchants to begin their trade in the market. And then...
Emathil tapped his palm on the leather bag secured by his side with the help of the stripe that passed over his opposite shoulder. The bag heavy, filled with tools and scrolled wool parchments; Instruments of his own mission in Lavaria.
And so, his quest begun...
