Post by LucienMoonmist on Jul 13, 2004 20:41:08 GMT -5
*Moving up the stairwell to the door of his study, Lucien's knuckles ran lgihtly over the wood as he leaned against the doorframe awaiting a reply from his knock. He grinned lightly as he stood in his quite unusual clothing. No longer his travelling breeches or tunic of worn leathers, instead now wearing clothing of silken sheen in varrying earthen tones. He had come here with a proposal for Agustin, as well as a few questions concerning the archers he had offered.
He had oft watched the archers of windstorm running through their shooting and training routines, and irregardless of their expert training and skill, there were places where they made grvious errors in his eyes. He saw ways in which they could limitlessly improve their skills. He had spent most of his life, many generations afore any who called this palce home were borne for that fact. It would only be proper to offer his training and that of his Archers to the troops of Windstorm. After all, a place to call home is a place to be defended*
He had oft watched the archers of windstorm running through their shooting and training routines, and irregardless of their expert training and skill, there were places where they made grvious errors in his eyes. He saw ways in which they could limitlessly improve their skills. He had spent most of his life, many generations afore any who called this palce home were borne for that fact. It would only be proper to offer his training and that of his Archers to the troops of Windstorm. After all, a place to call home is a place to be defended*
