Silver Keep - Headquarters of the Standard of the Purple Fox

It was a typical day for the city around the Silver Keep: there was a long line of people wanting to go inside the fortress, and the guards did a protocol of frisking them before they enter it. It could be noticed that while there still was a considerable majority of humans or human-like people in the file of people, there were quite a number of dwarves, elves, and orcs who were trying to go in. It could also be noticed that there were people that looked like noblemen within the line, while there were also people in the line dressing less than decently, most likely because they couldn't afford decent clothes. What was eye catching, however, was that most of the other people that did not fell into either category, whatever their race might be, were dressed in varying forms of nearly the same style: a black coat with violet borders with the insignia of a purple fox embroidered on the right chest, a purple scarf over a white shirt, white pants and long black leather boots. It could be discerned that those people were retainers of the Standard-Bearer, but by their numbers, it seemed that they were serving an empire instead of a mere fortress within a city.

As the half-orc would approach the guards, all of the eyes of the crowd, most especially the guards, fell on the half-orc; and whatever chatter that was going on was immediately silenced, as if everyone was waiting on what will happen. But when the orc brandished the letter with the seal of the Order on it, and after the guards ascertained the seal and went on to frisk him immediately, the chatter continued as if nothing happened. The guards then bade the half-orc to wait for someone to escort him to the Secretariat, took a small flute from his armor and whistled some specific tunes, and then went back to work on frisking the other people within the line. There were also hawkers of different types of food near the gates, especially catering on the needs of the people within the line, and an old man, who was cooking some small meat skewers, moved towards the half-orc, and said, "You look like you are new here in this city. Why don't you stay first here and enjoy the scenery while at it?" before he left the half-orc with a skewer of meat.

After a short amount of time, a retinue of men of the same uniform as some of those within the line moved towards the half-orc, and then one of them said, "The Head of the Secretariat is expecting you. Follow me." They then led the half-orc within the gates, and then, to a pair of buildings just near the gates. He was then led inside the building to the right, and then, to what looks to be like a huge library of codices, scrolls, and documents. There was an opulent table made of solid hardwood at the middle of it all, and behind it, seated a purple-haired youth still not in his twenties. He wore the same uniform as was seen before, but it seemed to be more decorated than the others.

"I see that you have reached Silver Keep in good health, Big Brain," the youth said. "I am grateful to the gods that you did so. I am Anaximenes Henderson, Head of the Secretariat of the Commercial and Military Order of the Standard of the Purple Fox. But for brevity sake, you may call us the Order of the Standard of the Purple Fox, or the Order if you may so wish. By arriving here, I am here to assume that you have agreed to join the Order for the time being, am I right? Or do you still have any questions? If you do, you may not worry, for I am also deputed to act in behalf of the Standard-Bearer himself."