[As morbid it might make Richard appear: Richard actually found the current changes in Aldrid somewhat homely. The hanging iron cages weren't too rare of a sight for him, having witnessed them being used as part of punishment near the prisons and fortresses. He supposes that the appearance of the cages are only appropriate, considering that they were supposed to be criminals. If anything the newcomers ought to be thankful that this world decided not to bring out the true horrors found in the Tower of London.
Richard was riding around the more quiet parts of the Aldrip with his trusted steed, the black horse named Blackie (yes, he is like that). He had donned in his dark cloak, which managed to cover majority of his body. He kept looking up from beneath his hood whenever he passed one of the cages, checking whether there was some poor unfortunate soul trapped in them.
And oh! Look, he found one.
Richard pulls from the reins, signaling Blackie to stop a few feet away from the cage hanging off the building. He looks up, measuring the stranger with his mismatching gaze. A pale, frail and sickly looking man, is it? How interesting.]
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Richard was riding around the more quiet parts of the Aldrip with his trusted steed, the black horse named Blackie (yes, he is like that). He had donned in his dark cloak, which managed to cover majority of his body. He kept looking up from beneath his hood whenever he passed one of the cages, checking whether there was some poor unfortunate soul trapped in them.
And oh! Look, he found one.
Richard pulls from the reins, signaling Blackie to stop a few feet away from the cage hanging off the building. He looks up, measuring the stranger with his mismatching gaze. A pale, frail and sickly looking man, is it? How interesting.]
Aye. It seems like you have.