The Inaugural Harvest Ball

The evening of the grand event had finally come. Under Bramble's direction with some guidance from himself and Briar, the necessary organization had been made, the invites had been sent out, and Hearthstone had been decorated and prepared to receive their guests. In the Great Hall, a veritable feast had been laid out across the many tables, and a space had been cleared out to function as a dance floor. A traveling troupe of musicians had been contracted by the Aegis to play for the night to provide ambiance and entertainment. No expense had been spared to give his daughter the best chance at success he could afford. The only thing that had been kept out of the mix was the alcohol for obvious reasons, which remained locked up tight in the cellars. The last thing Artorias wanted was for a bunch of yearlings getting wasted under his watch.

As the sun began to set, the Aegis donned his armor and sword. He had said this event was for wolves two and under and that Bramble would be in charge, and he meant it. He would be acting as door security for her to make sure no one tried to crash the party and no incidents broke out amongst the guests, but he didn't expect any sort of trouble. He was more of a precautionary measure than a necessity. Taking his position at the front doors to the castle, Artorias sat and watched out over the gardens, waiting for the first of their guests to arrive to direct them as necessary—and to make his position known to Bramble in case she needed anything from him.

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Eira" | "Argent"