"Every decision taken bears shackles of consequence that fetter your feet. Be wise to only take the road whose weights you can duly discern and truly bear."
~
Market Square,
The Town of Bournedusk,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Warm After noon,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
Israel Oreius removed the hood that covered his head and looked down at the disguised Prince. "How did you find me?" was the first question that the young lad had asked.
"I have my ways", said the tall, masked man, shrugging his shoulders. "Tell me now, what has brought this to happen?" asked he. The enquiry inspired him to nod over in gesturing towards the cloak and general disguise that the Prince was donned in.
