A good days work

[Strider]

Sebrin cleaned up the tavern put away the wines, and the ales, put out the fires, and blew out the candles.

He gathered his keys, sealed the back door, and exited the front doors of the Keg and Anchor. He turned, locked up the tavern and turned around again. Smiling he breathed in the warm Trinsic air, its gentle fragrances lifting his mind, setting him at ease.

The moon shone brightly on the Keep on Paladin Isle. The sandstone glistened, he could hear the sounds of a Paladin patrol, securing the city for the night.

Looking forward he saw a Guardian passing, dressed in the purple of the Empire, and nodded to him.

Sebrin made his way through the city, approaching the park, he entered, and took out some bread and cheese from his pack, leaving it for the animals.

Leaving and heading out the west gate, he waved too another Guardian in purple, standing on the ramparts. It really was a blessing to the Purple Guardians in Trinsic again.

When he was a teen, he had gotten word, through rumours and gossip, that they The Honour Empire, had been given a deed by Lord British himself. Upon it, a command, to defend and protect Trinsic. Residing at that time all around Trinsic, the Empire accepted, and aided in many times of need. They were a part of Trinsic. Their Capitol, Olympus, sat just across the bay. Just east of the McEssus homestead.

Sebrin was heading there now, making his way towards where his family had resided for so long, in the woods just north of the City.

He walked through these woods, where he had played as a child, the scent of pine entering his nostrils. Beauty, thats what this place was, the home to beauty.

He approached his home, now much larger than when he was a child, a prosperous life had given him a chance expand his fathers work. Now a log cabin sat where a small one room hut had. And nearby a small storage hut, where there had been only a carpenters shed and tables, where his father worked.

He entered, and set down his bow and pack, and made his way up the rope ladder, it sagging but holding firm under his weight.

The Tavern night, and Bazaar had been excellent. People saw the life in Trinsic, and this made him proud to be a Trinsic.

He, Sebrindel McEssus, came from a proud lineage, humble, but full of honour and pride.

Rest now, he would, and the next day... only time would tell.