The stranger walked out of the cover of the forest and into the stone bridge that connected to the DunBroch castle. He wore a cloak with a hood colored forest-green that covered most of his face, only leaving in sight his aquiline nose and his mouth.
He wore no armor, only a vest made of brown leather and a skirt of the same material; cut in the middle for more freedom of movement, underneath it pants the same color as his cloak and of the same fabric.
His arms were strong and mostly naked, only two armbands at the height of his biceps and leather gloves with iron bracelets that extended to almost his elbows.
On his back he carried a quiver and arrows, under that in his lower back; two knives, shorter than a short-sword but longer than a dagger: Snowthorn and Frostbite. In his left hand he held his bow.
As he stepped into the bridge the guard at top of the archway yelled –An intruder! Rally to me men of DunBroch! - He smiled under his hood, he was expecting this, but it was amusing all the same.
Soon he was surrounded by at least a dozen men, all of them taller and heavier than himself, but certainly not as skilled. They bearded swords, spears and shields.
One of the men, a particularly large one with a thick red beard, spoke –Who are you and what do you seek here? - All of this without dropping his guard.
The stranger took of his hood, revealing bright brown eyes and dark, curly hair that fell to almost his shoulders. He kneeled and laid his bow in front of him.
-I am prince Oliverius of Ayrshire and I wish to speak with your king- The man doubted before yelling over his shoulder –Call for the king!-
Oliverious heard hurried footsteps heading to the castle. After a short time, the largest man he had ever seen appeared in front of him. He had only one leg, the other one was a piece of wood. He wore a bright green shirt and skirt with a black furry cape. King Fergus shot a murderous look to the figure kneeling in front of him.
-What does a prince of Ayrshire wants in my domain? - He asked, without trying to hide the disgust and anger in his voice.
Oliverious cleared his throat before beginning –Lord Fergus; our clans had long been enemies. But I come today with an offering of peace -The king´s expression changed from anger to shock –And what offering would that be?-
-I wish to espouse princess Mérida…-