Erik had learned long ago, pack light. Luggage denoted station, and was often noticed. His hooded cloak would do well enough, his sword and shield hidden beneath, as was the very small bag slung over his shoulder. In the bag he carried a set of comfortable clothes, Ombre's notebook, he would continue to study it, daily essentials, and documents proving himself a Flame and Sultansworn. Hearing the knock at the door, he grabbed the last of his thing, shut off the lights and opened the door, "I am indeed Osric."
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