Today marked the third day of the Commanders position, and things were already getting a bit out of hand. He was receiving criticism left and right, nearly every action he made was now judged by all of Adela. The actions he made were not small ones either; on one hand he had the case of the missing Commander. The Commander before he, Tarlaka, had been kidnapped from within the Castle Gates. The only sign of her that remained were her giant black wings, which were found staked to the Castle Doors. It was a horrible act indeed, and though it happened quite some time ago there was no reason why it could not happen again, and so the responsibility of finding the culprit who committed such an act fell onto his shoulders.
On the other hand, he had the nobles to deal with. When he had accepted the rank of Commander, he had thought his position would leave him solely with the Military. He was definitely wrong about that. The Nobles were, as the Commander liked to call it, "prissy and over-confident." Though he'd never say it to their faces. They all want so much, but give so little. The Commander could only imagine how difficult it was to be King.
On a more personal level, the Commander was dealing with his own grievances. Just three nights ago, his long lost son had been sighted with his bird of fire burning down a mill inside of Ketra. Normally he'd have gone looking for his son in an instant, but unfortunately Loghaine was Commander now and his responsibility was here in the castle--for now anyway. To top it all off, his Wifes' caravan was still having trouble reaching the city all the way from the Thunderblacks. Loghaine would have loved to go pick her up himself, but unfortunately he belonged here. Being the Commander was going to take a lot of getting used to.
All this was going through Loghaines' mind as he spoke to a squire inside his bedroom. "...requesting several search parties be sent across the continent to find the missing former Commander. For the saftey of the King, Kingdom, and Noble parties of Adela. Signed, John Loghaine Knight and Commander to Adela." The squire sat at a desk, jotting down the Commanders' words word for word. Then pointing to the bottom of the paper for Loghaine to sign. The Commander signed the letter heavy handed, and then sent the squire off. However, the squire had one thing to say before leaving.
"Commander, if I may-"
"Yes, Smith?"
"The Knight you requested..."
"Yes, he's a war-hero from the Serha plains, what about him?"
"I-I've heard tales of his father-"
"And I fought to bring down his fathers' coup. With his uncle at my side. What of him?"
"Yes Commander, I did not wish to question your judgement I just wanted to offer some advice."
"And what is this advice, Smith?"
"The apple does not fall far from the tree, Commander." To which, the Commander froze for a moment. His thoughts flashed back to his child. His long lost son, exploring the world--far out of the Commanders' reach. Loghaines' face grew cold and solemn as he looked down at the young squire.
"My apple fell quite far, Smith."
"Yes Commander, my apologies." The squire then, opened the bedroom door and exited promptly.
The Commander took a moment to recollect his thoughts. So much had been going on in his mind, that he had nearly forgotten that he was supposed to meet his newly-appointed Knight in his office. So, the Commander too left the bedroom, and began walking down the hall to his office. Where he saw a young Knight walking ahead of him.
The Commander looked onto the Knight judgmentally. Part of him was expecting to see a man garbed in elaborate, decorative armor. Instead, he found something different. This man was wearing a regular suit of chain mail, and an Adelan colored tabard. Simple, yet effective. The way Loghaine would have preferred his armor to be styled.
In his Knighthood, the Commander dressed similarly. Wearing only the most basic armor, and never spending too much on it. However, as Commander of Adela he needed to be recognized. He stood proud in heavy blood-red plate armor, bordered with gold, and with a golden dragon etched in the center of his breast-plate. He held a horned helmet at his waist, and his giant red and gold bidenhander on his back. It was safe to say that the Commander looked as deadly and ferocious as the stories of him depicted.
"A pleasure to meet you, Sir Rubin. I've heard all about your battles at the Serha Plains." The Commander said from behind the young Knight.