Gladrial stood just inside the castle gates. Her armor glistened in the sunlight that was beating down on the Kingdom of Cirac. Outside the castle gates the little yet, booming town of Cirac was settling into the noon routine, that meant that Gladrial wouldn't be switching her post unless told to do so or until the evening. Standing out in the hot metal armor Gladrial headed for a small grove of trees to the west of the gate. True she was on guard but she could still see the gates. As she walked through the trees she removed her helmet and picked an apple from above her. As she took a bite a small breeze picked up making her hair dance, but also a scent was picked up and brought to her.