Indeed, the day went by without much to consider; the Wolf would have loved to join the hunt, as Fyuto Goa were excellent prey. However, his duty was not to indulge; he was here in service for their assistance to his people in the war. There would be time for such things later, though he did get to partake in the Goa meat during the evening feast. Something that made his sleep after Miwa would take his shift that much more deep and relaxing; and with the oil that they used not only as fuel for their furnaces but to quench the metal more evenly, they would find their steels more flexible and tough.
His slumber would soon be interrupted, however, as one of the attendants that would be accompanying them awoke him. Leaving the new robe before his doorstep as he went to answer, but found no one there. Opening it, he saw the attire that he would be forced to don; attempting to slide it over his head, he would see that his armor simply would not fit under the cloth. Letting a loud snort pass through his nostrils, he unshackled his armor and left the pieces strewn about his quarters. Even without the armor, the robe was constrictive...Like it was trying to suffocate him.
Even so, he knew his promise....Which meant having to let them don whatever attire they deemed appropriate. Thankfully, the weavers had seen fit to include his robe with loops to secure his massive blades to, meaning he would not travel unarmed. The sandals, however, were surprisingly comfortable; being extremely lightweight, he felt much lighter than he normally would. And the robe covered the area above his feet, hiding most of the scars from view. At the very least, the fabric was breathable...And with the soaps he was told to use, he - unknowingly to his own standards, of course - actually came across half-way decent.
Something that Miwa took note of as he went to double-check on the Queen; givign an approving nod, he said "Well now, Orgoth...And here I thought outsiders couldn't look presentable. The robe will certainly preserve your modesty much better than that clunky, unflattering plate-mail you insist on wearing." Orgoth just snorted, "The plate-mail kept me safe during the Great Battle; and this robe hinders my movement to a nearly intolerable amount. Were it not for my oath to serve I would rip this from my body in an instant."
Miwa snickered, "Yes, no doubt this type of ritual will take some getting used to. Just...For the Queen's sake, please don't make a big fuss about it; besides, your size alone will help it stretch some as you travel." The pair would remain silent after that, quickly running into the Queen and her guards; true to their nature, Orgoth would be the only 'Royal Guard' with her on this trip. Ko, Rai'thi and Miwa would remain here - despite the third one's silent protests - to ensure that the village remained safe. The conversation not missing Orgoth's ears; true enough, the horses - though large in their own right - would not be able to sustain his weight safely.
Even still, the giant seemed perplexed by the presence of such large Goa like these; he'd honestly never seen them before. "Impressed, Orgoth?" Miwa commented, seeing Orgoth run a smooth hand over the deep-red shell of the new turtle, feeling it shake as it took another breath. "Giant Land Turtles...Very useful and much quicker than their size might give away. No offense, but your body will simply be too much for our steeds to handle; these beautiful creatures, however, will be able to handle you most well. Now go on...Up you get." And with a slight jump of his massive figure, Orgoth's titanic form slid up the shell to sit on the turtle's back.
With that done, Miwa went to talk with the Queen, "M'lady...I wish you a safe travel. And don't worry, Ko, Rai'thi and myself will take good care of the village in your stead. And Yuit as well!" And when the commands were given, the gate was opened, the troupe soon leaving for the distant city of the Kobolds; it was their annual festivity to mark the turnover of the New Cycle, and it was here that Orgoth would find a people he'd never seen but could easily relate to...If his namesake were anything to go by.
The travel to the walled city was uneventful, save for a few run-ins with the local indigenous wildlife; soon upon arriving, however, Orgoth would see what appeared to be sizable
two-legged hounds. And before them, several convoys lined up to the entrance, more of the strange creatures checking each wagon. Likely contraband and anything that could be used to bring harm to their people; as it was, a huge drawbridge was currently up, leading to a giant set of iron double-doors that was on the other side of a giant pit circumferencing the entire walled city. "What manner of beasts are those? To Goa do not stand, unless they attempt to better locate a scent." Orgoth asked, one of the other guards replying "These are the Merikan...Another race persecuted by the High Priest's genocidal campaign; they suffered what could be argued a far worse fate than us, however: The deplorable man used a specialized poison to eradicate but a few of their male counterparts, and even to this day the birth rate is low...So much so that their Elders have begun to allow the females to not only mate with more than one male, but even breed outside their species if they must."
However, the ones that were patrolling seemed to be quite strong, their noses eagerly sniffing the carts and wagons as they patrolled each caravan. "Ah, these must be the Kitsune; I'd recognize their scent from a mile away. Probably the best here; the rest of them have those horrible perfumes and soaps that make me wanna vomit" one Kobold soldier said as their convoy would be inspected next, the others grunting in agreement; Orgoth's brow raised, the same guard stating "This is why we use special soaps whenever we come to this kindgom; the Merikan have exceptionally sharp senses of smell, and most cleansers are far too over-powering for them." At least that alone made sense to Orgoth, now just waiting for them to give.
"OK, they're good! Open the gates and let them in!" one soldier barked loudly, the massive drawbridge being lowered down as the doors opened...And the doors opened to reveal stands right inside the city walls. Vendors selling everything from tools to cured meats, from a communal drinking pool to tournaments where soldiers were re-enacting their victories they had in the Great Battle. Music was played, but it wasn't the loud boisterous kind that Orgoth was expecting; in fact, had he not been listening, he might have missed it altogther. His eyes traveled from the sights in front of him to his sides as he disembarked, their mounts being taken aside to be treated for any injuries and fed properly.
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