PSL/Call me Out Post

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The carriage was late, much too late.

Jonathan was unsure what he expected from his first meeting, but it had been several hours past when the carriage was supposed to arrive. He had checked the letter several times, to make sure he didn't somehow misread it, and then he checked his pocket watched, as well as ask several townsfolk, to make sure that he had the current time right.

Eventually, Jonathan decided to set out towards the castle on foot. The locals begged him not to, but perhaps the Count ran into some troubles. For all he knew, the carriage could be run down on the side of the road, and perhaps he could provide some aid.

It was about an hour later when he realized, much too late, the probable cause of the count's delay. Maybe he should have paid more attention to the locals pleas, but there was a storm brewing, a heavy one. All at once, rain started pouring on Jonathan's head, thunder loudly booming all around him, and he could occasionally feel bits of hail hitting him. Jonathan had no idea what to do, after a certain point it was hard to tell which was the way back, and for all he knew the Count could be just up ahead, needing more help than he needed help.

But after another half hour of trudging through the mud he came to realize that no matter how in danger his client was, he was no good to him if he were to stay out here much longer. He was positively freezing from the cold, and he felt as though he could get swept up at any moment from these horrible winds. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had to seek shelter for his own safety.

It was a small miracle that he ran into a countryside castle. Perhaps he's reached his destination after all. Even if it wasn't, he couldn't afford to be picky when he was sure he'd catch his death if he were to stay out much longer.

He makes his way to the front door, and firmly knocks, giving a shaky but genuine smile when someone answers the door.

"Good evening sir," He could barely keep himself from stuttering, as he was shaking like a leaf "Pardon my intrusion, but I've been stuck out in this storm and I'm in dire need of shelter for the night,"

He was sure right now he must look like a sad stray dog stuck out in the rain by the state of him, although perhaps this might work in his favor.