A Visit to Parthenopias

A small black limousine rolled quietly into a parking space in front of the cathedral. The back door opened, and out stepped the First Knight. It had been a bit tough for Archibald to get a reliable person to drive him to the cathedral, most driver refusing service, gave strange looks, or were just plain rude. But he had finally found someone who was willing and able, and made sure to tip him extra. Archibald pushed the door open the rest of the way and began stepping towards the door where the newest Archon was standing. As he strode swiftly and orderly across the lot, his medals glistned in contrast with his proudly worm, garnet colored beret. Before he had come to Parthenopias, he brushed up on the language until he could speak fluently again. Once he had stopped, he was standing in front of Parthenopias' Archon. He extended his hand.

"Good Evening, Madam Antari. How's it been?"