A carriage toward the massive city gates, tons of people entered and left the city at the same time. At the gates of the city were guards in full armor; they checked those that entered and those that left, ensuring that the city was safe.
The carriage pulled up at the gate. The guards stood in front of it, blocking it from entering. One of them made his way to the side of the carriage; he knocked twice on the wooden door of the carriage.
The other guards kept their eyes on the coachman, making sure he made no suspicious movements. The curtains inside the carriage were moved back, and Baron Fredrick leaned in.
He looked at the guards standing there, looking at the crest on his chest. The crest was that of an eagle-like bird on a shield.
This was the crest of the Count. In the kingdom, only those that were counts and above could have crests bestowed to them by the king. Someone like Fredrick had no crest.
