A full day after diplomatic troubles began, a delegate of Fated make their way through the Lady's Ward, word of their arrival travelling quicker than wildifre.
The group consisted Factor Ra'zeth, clad in his usual charred warplate, with two rather eye-catching lawyers at his side, followed by two dozen warriors who were handpicked from the Heartless' meanest and most ruthless enforcers, decked in the finest Godsmen armor with the deadliest Doomguard weaponry sheathed around their hips or backs. A few dozen yards from the Barracks, he orders his escort to stop, the wall of steel uniformly raising their shields and saluting the Factor, turning to the Doomguard and raising arms in greeting should they be near, before standing down and awaiting further orders.
He then takes a few steps towards the barracks, eyes set on finding Notary I Shana Ta'kan, to whom he would bow down in humility and offer his sincerest apologies, in public.
"It pains me greatly to 'ave caused such a ruckus the 'ther day, madam Ta'kan, and your sister has shown me the err of me ways. Please accept my sincerest of apologies and this token of good faith as we set to put this issue behind us."
He offered the Notary a gift wrapped in the finest silks, a supremely lawful mace fitting of one who follows St. Cuthbert, before waiting to see if the Doomguard were anywhere near. Should they be there, he'd make sure to walk in with Mauric, not leaving his legal defence behind in either case.
"Now, let us settle these recen' charges first an' foremost..."
The Fated Arrive To The Barracks
