Lord Of the Keep

It wasn’t long before a midnight-blue wolf was trotting across the plains towards him. He could not tell at a glance if this wolf was the Artorias sword-wielding warrior that Fern had spoken of. That he had a scabbard on his back did not identify him. After all, the lovely Fern had carried such a weapon.

“And good day to you” he responded back, giving a light dip of his head in greeting. As this golden eyed wolf studied him, Merc let his eyes flick to the sword upon the cobalt wolf's back. Artorias or not, he would love a chance to properly see that fine weapon.

This wolf's greeting was unusual. An immediate offer of aid after introducing him to the pack name. Was he accustomed to injured wolves at his border? “The name is Mercury Ermis. I don’t require your aid - though I thank you for asking.” he began. The polite words rolled off his tongue with ease. He had after all served as a trader for his royal family. He had spent much time in diplomatic settings. “I ran into a wolf of the Hallows by the name of Fern. She spoke highly of this pack, and the sword-wielding leader that lived behind castle walls.” he gave a light chuckle, some of that boyish enthusiasm leaking through. “I came to request an audience with him, in the chance that I might see his sword and castle. If you could bring my petition to his ears, I brought a gift of good faith” He said, and nodded his head to indicate he was finished speaking.


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