Vincent had just arrived back at the castle, and far later than he had initially intended. He hadn't meant to stay at the village for as long as he had...but, circumstance and his own annoying affliction forced him to stay the night and regain his strength. But, it wasn't too much of a delay, and he was certain Lykoth wouldn't mind. After all...it was unlikely she would be awake during the midnight hours, anyway, with all the duties that awaited her, duties that demanded rest and good health in order to be fulfilled. The coming week would be full of demands and adjustments, and not just for her, but for everyone in the kingdom, as well.
In any case, it was morning now, and he knew she was an early riser. Perfect timing. Hopefully, his presence had not already been missed.
Approaching the castle gates, he spoke a few brief words to the guards stationed there, and was soon admitted. They knew him well enough. At least, they knew and had been well informed that he was with Lykoth, and had something to do with organizing...whatever it was Lykoth had him organizing. Something to do with the guards, though he was by no means a guard captain, nor did he even hold rank among the guards or soldiers to begin with. Hell, he didn't even look like he did, to begin with...he didn't even look like he should belong in the castle, what with his rugged, casual clothes and a bandana covering the majority of his red hair. The only thing that really showed he was from the same nation as Lykoth was what was visible of his hair, which was braided in a myriad of tiny braids, a fashion that was commonplace and customary of Lykoth's old home.
Starting toward the main entrance of the castle, everything seemed normal enough, nothing out of place...not that he expected it to begin with...
Until, out of the blue, a strange, thundering sound, almost like wind, met his ears. And was soon after followed by a large...thing...that perched on the tallest of the castle's towers...
Vincent's mind immediately shouted "dragon!", but Vincent himself wasn't as quick to believe it. Dragon!? But those things existed in the wildlands...he'd never seen one in his lifeâ€"nevermind that he'd spent most of his life at seaâ€"only heard about them, and...he'd never heard of one coming this close to a human habitation. And, considering the historically bad relationship between the two races, he didn't blame them.
But, no...that roar was far too real to be counted off as some bizarre trick of the mind. The other guards had jumped, too.
And something else seemed to have also been attracted to it, as it was now dashing from the rooftops toward the creature...
Oi. No, this was just getting too weird. Maybe he wasn't quite as recovered as he thought.
Rubbing his temples, he continued on his way toward the castle's entrance.
