Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-28358106-20161009023229

Hound opens the little wooden gate that opens up to the long walk to the house. As he steps through, the sound of hoofbeats is sharp. Antoinette the Saintaur gallops around the house, and within moments, she skids to a halt and is directly in front of him. She is fully armored, and holds her shield in her right hand as she stands on the walkway, between him and the house.

"Hold!" Her voice is clear and authoritative. "Morn to you, lording. I apologize, but my Lord is not available for an audience.  Please, leave at once." The normally affable Saintaur is stern.