The sound of hooves hammering on the muddy ground reminded that of thunder. Somewhere in the middle of a fertile countryside a dark, serious-faced horseman launched out. He was riding with curiosity towards what he thought was a huge fortress, that of the Emperor. Facing the doors, he dismounted.
"I am Loghan de Sabran, I have been summoned here by the Imperial Provost, His Excellency Garsande Lucile Ducastel de Montecano-Chenot." He was waiting for the doors to be opened for him.