Ni, I come for rest. I have travailed a long path. Armer of my kind is heavy, don't ye know?

=However one in particular, the only one that actually cares about their job, Mace held idle on their shoulder as the spoke out= "..Art thou an enemy knight? State'th your origins."

*he sits standing and catching his breath before nodding. He fully expects some confrentation. He walks towords theme with heavy steps*

=Ahead lies the grand walls but particularly not all that protected at the gates. Sure there's some knights and archers but thing is ... their slacking off, arrogance perhaps?=

(got it)
*he holds a pullaxe, using it like a cain. Dew covers his armer. He inspects the gate ahead of him*