A heavy cart, pulled by a quartet of horses, clattered on the stones of a road, leading around a castle. A small figure was perched on its back, light hair blown almost into a halo by the strong wind, clad in perfectly polished suit of armor - what was slightly unusual, considering the man sat on the back of a carriage, filled by hay and foodstuffs.
An obviously enraged figure ran after the cart, shouting obscenities, obviously underdressed, only in lower layers of his armour. "Stop! You filthy thief! Stop!" the man screamed atop his lungs, but Artemis only smirked, standing up on the narrow ledge, and rudely showed the man his tongue, right before he jumped off the cart, and in a swift roll landed on the side of the road.
He carefully looked around himself, dusting the silver and grey armour off, and slipping through the shadows, he got unnoticed onto a small square in front of the castle. Some people were already there... He sped up, and in a brisk tempo walked to a blonde-haired woman. She appeared serious about all this.
His hand, covered by an exquisite and finely crafted gauntlet, tapped her on the shoulder. "Is this the, ehm, meeting?" he asked her, moving the heavy crossbow on his back into a more comfortable position, and tilted his head aside.
