Finally! I got to recover my vigor and my soul. I stretch my joints before I am planning to get out of my bed - to the sections of my: neck, both of the shoulders… I don't get enough much of the sound of my right part (my dominant arm), though... attempting to deal ample force and it finally cracks into satisfaction. The elbows but with small ticks, the torso, especially, my waist. The sounds are very pleasing to hear as so much for relaxing the muscles on my hips, however, the knees and the ankles do not do much either. And lastly, the part for the masses would likely to hear the satisfying sound but I almost all of the time that I overlook - the ligaments of the hands.
I jump out of my sheets. I repeat the process. Now, I can hear it clearly but the noise of the crackling is not much better. I assess myself, asking if ever my part has been supplanted by Clyden. A better candidate to replace me. Of course, I think I am 'lil getting insecured right now but I require to move my ass towards the war council. And the news that I might have missed, also. I ready the plates I am going to wear. The breastplate, the iron shoulder board from both hemispheres, the armor skirt, and the greaves. I groom myself a little to revert back to my presentable self. I use the wax lying on the desk with a mirror integrated on it. Revitalizing the beauty of my hair. It's been unkempt for a several weeks until now.
I reevaluate if ever I am going to clean myself up. A nice warm bath. Shaving any indecencies around my beard and also my mustache. Protruded extension to my sideburns. I turn into an uncouth recluse as the likes of our (Kehina's) Augur - Lord Gervðas. To my concern; "But I have rested enough." saying to myself. Well, this has to be a sign of negligence. A disrespectful act against my vassals and my subordinates. My liege, Lady Anda, may let me go and would turn a blind eye. I love what I am doing, thus I respect the job designated to me. I have made up my mind. In order to save up, pertaining to the moments of dawdling and contemplating, time. I use the bucket of water beside this table. I wash my face and use the liquid spice in a creamy form to lather my facial and of course, the hair - the mane, the beard, the mustache, and the sideburns.
Rinsing the entirety of what this oily substance (it is like an organic detergent or a cleaning agent for superficial use) has covered. Lather once more with a linen cloth to wipe my face and my hair utilizing with my recessive hand while my right hand is doing some juggling with a shortsword and performing a knife maneuver technics. I am all set after all of the grooming. Brush the hairs - mane, mustache, sideburns, and beard with the comb whom Lady Anda gifted to me a year ago (my birthday). Sounds girly but it was picked by the Queen Kehina herself.
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A knock comes in on my door. A single burly slam. A cry howls coming from the otherside after: "Lord Aisla! Lord Aisla! It may not be an urgent matter but I just come to visit your presence and honor my audience." by the distinction of the voice, Clyden calls. I rush to the pathway of either ingress or egress to open and to confer myself towards Clyden. As I am about to welcome the presence of Clyden, I then meet the man whom I have friction with. The man who always hampers my way of dealing cases. And yes, the one whom I am referring to is Lord Geoff. With arms open wide shifts into a defensive poise of unwelcoming a covert enemy whose going to strike in due time or from behind.
"Hello there, Lord Aisla. I'm pleased to see your presence so well." Lord Geoff implies.
I nod to his statement in an elegant fashion and prompt me to delay expressing my utterance, as he would expect me to answer right away. I then open my mouth and imply: "I'm also pleased by your visit. Thank you for your audience. Indeed, I really appreciate it." afterwards, when I finally am willing to drop the hatchet.
"Thank you." Lord Geoff bows his head, as he returns back the favor by offering himself a handshake unto me.
"I heard that there are grievous rumors and hearsays circulating around Kehina. Have you ever encountered or met up with these kinds of gossip, Lord Geoff?" asking, as I tell Lord Geoff, while Clyden detects his presence is longer needed hence he leaves amidst my conversation with Lord Geoff.
He approaches to me closely in an ear-to-ear proximity, as he breathes: "...the rumors might come true because I have seen it first-handedly." in a whispering mood, whereupon I feel the cold and intriguing sensation derived from the fact that Lord Geoff is telling me this narration.
Meanwhile, as we have come into a secluded place nearby at the cloistered area. Lord Geoff opens up a piece of sheet from underneath his blouse. A map. At first I am alarmed that it pertains to his dominant hand. His left hand was about to pick something behind his cloth, stressing that I am too paranoid about it. He incurs to swipe and to drop the rubbles and the rubbish atop of the table. He places the folded piece which is the map he was referring to the aforementioned. It begs the question, what is the neatly folded map lying on the table?
"You may do the honor of opening that up, Lord Aisla." as he instructs me.
"This red thing? What is this? Lemme guess so this is the rumor that has been stirring up Kehina from across four corners?" I ask, as there is a mark with an 'X' on the map.
He gives me a bop… a nod of his head. I don't know what he is hiding from me but the other section of this narrative seems provocative. This marked one is bad news and it requires to be resolved once and for all.