The Royal Artificery Society - IC

[DeTess]

The last day of the festival started quieter than the days before, the previous three days of the festival having worn down even the most fervent of partygoers. The inhabitants of Vaungate knew that it wasn't quite done yet though, with the largest fireworks show in the known world set to take place that evening. Until then, there where markets across town, and the imperial palace had opened its gates to petitioners from all walks of life.

The imperial palace was a truly grand building, every wall and even most ceilings richly decorated with paintings, sculptures and tapestries depicting a variety of topics from past victories to fantastic scenes. Clear sines indicated where petitioners should go to have their petitions heard, as well as where curious onlookers should go to observe proceedings. Security was tight, the stern figures of the imperial guard clad in silver armour trimmed with azure Cloth holding watch all along the hallways. Supporting them where members of various knightly orders as well as members of the rangers guild. Shandara would notice that both petitioners and prospective onlookers seemed to be stopped seemingly at random by this collection of guards, and though most where allowed to pass on soon enough, others where taken out of the main hallway and would only return after some time, presumably having been questioned in depth or searched or something like that.

"Halt, citizen." A knight wearing plate armor and with heraldry showing a wolf of sorts motioned for Shandara to stop. "What is your purpose here?" Suspicious eyes look down on Shandara from behind the helmet's face-plate.

"It's okay, Albert." A familiar voice speaks up from behind Shandara. "She is a respected member of the Artificery society. I highly doubt she has any plans to cause trouble here." Captain Eshanel of the Ranger's guild stands behind Shandara. She looks quite a bit better than the previous time Shandara saw the half-elf. Though quite a bit of scarring remains on her face, it has faded, as if belonging to a years-old wound.

"Ah, if you say so, Ranger-Captain." The knight looks Shandara over once more, than indicates that she's free to move on.