Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 75th day of Fall, Arenfall
It was a peculiar sight to behold seeing Lord Prestonheim as dumbfounded and confused as he was today. With his tenure as a military commander and with the recent experiences he had, he thought that not one person could get him flustered—except someone did.
What was supposed to be just a routine visit at the docks turned into chaos when the watcher shouted a boat approaching the dock with, the Imperatur's banners on the sail. The old Commander quickly went to the top of the lighthouse and checked it for himself.
After identifying the banner to be that of the Imperatur's, he immediately commanded some of his men to look for the best bridge they had for the Imperatur to walk across while the rest of them waited for him to officially dock on the isle.