Kurt kept his pace calm and steady as he walked up the lively cobbled road leading toward the Future Academy.
Suddenly, the ambient chatter of the crowd was cut short by synchronised thunder of armored hooves.
The populace rapidly parted to the sidewalk as a pristine white carriage trimmed in gold swept past them. Flanking the transport were four horsemen riding purebred white stallions. Every rider was clad in full silver plate armor, their blue capes fluttering behind them with the unmistakable crest of the Royal Guard embroidered in silver thread.
As the carriage rode past Kurt, the lead horseman raised a gauntleted hand. With a coincided pulling of reins, the entire convoy slowed and came to a stop directly in front of him, blocking his path.
Their heavy steel boots hit the cobblestones with a series of metallic cracks as they all dismounted. Without a word, they fanned out in a tactical semi-circle and marched directly toward him.
