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Here she was, a mere peasant and shepherdess, about to forewarn and use force if need be, to warn her overlord and baron. She waited for a moment before she picked up her dirty skirts, and followed behind Hadrian as he led the way down the dimly lit passageways. Latisha paused once more when the sound of distant footsteps sounded down some nearby hall or corridor of the great stone castle. Her heart was beating faster and faster the closer they approached to the Baron's private apartments.
Hadrian saw her pale face, "It will be alright," he whispered in the dim hallway. "It will be okay, do you trust me?"
Latisha nodded her head quickly, but her beating heart would not slow down its pace. Her footsteps sounded extremely loud in the stone floored hall, and she more than once looked over her soldier to see if anyone had seen them or was following. Only the empty walk way greeted her worried eyes.
Hadrian continued to walk a head of her, but he finally stopped a few minutes later, and placed his hand over his mouth, beckoning absolute silence. Latisha did not argue, but stopped walking, and stood breathless and still as Hadrian continued on down the hallway a few more yards until he came to a closed door leading to the Baron's own room. He cautiously opened the door, peeked in, then walked into it all the way, leaving Latisha alone in the walk way by herself. Hadrian did not stay in the room long, but strait way beckoned for her to follow. She quickly obeyed, and walked into Sir Andrus's room.
The room was decorated in the soft colors of blue, gray and gold, the colors of Adrin. In the center to one side of the room, stood a elaborately decorated four posted bed, with soft coverings of silk covering the warm wool and flax of the blankets. Upon the walls hung two tapestries, old in appearance, but yet brilliantly new at the same time. Amidst the different colored threads of the tapestry shown down kings of old, dressed in their full battle armor, depicting them riding off to war as the red sun rose in the east.
Not much else was in the room to speak of to show of a high nobility. Only a small stool stood to one side with a elegant but simple vase sitting upon it filled with water. A low fire burned in the hearth, and a rug sat upon the floor, but nothing else was in the Baron's room. Latisha marveled at the rich room, never having imagined one person's single room, much less seen one such as this. She shook her head, as she realized how out of place her own garments and apparel must look in that beautiful room. It seemed quite ironic really, a peasant girl in a great Baron's castle about to warn him of the great peril that hung over his head.
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