Fredrick a couru la balle de son pouce contre la poignée de son épée dans la contemplation tranquille. Il avait senti... quelque chose. Un changement soudain dans son âme alors que le Seer prenait leur congé de la taverne, était-ce ce que c'était d'être appelé par le destin? Et pourtant, il s'est retrouvé gelé, fixé sur les planches du sol sous lui, les derniers restes de son doute le paralysant dans sa tentative de détourner sa route de cette étrange figure. Son pied se crampait lentement devant lui, bientôt suivi de l'autre, alors qu'il s'élançait en avant comme un ivrogne, réussissant juste à prendre son pas avant qu'il n'entre en collision avec le patron nouvellement entré.
"Mes excuses, Madame." Il a réussi avec un demi-arc rapide, se déplaçant rapidement vers la porte, jetant son épaule dedans alors qu'il éclatait dans la rue.
Le voyant et la fille avec le regard de la sauvage autour d'elle, n'étaient que des pieds devant. Un être de légende, mais quelques pieds devant lui. Oh, comment son vieil ami Simeon 'doigts Lucky' aurait tué pour être à sa place. Cet idiot avait toujours pensé qu'il était destiné à de grandes choses, c'était une honte qu'il se soit retrouvé avec sa propre lame à travers son cœur comme Fredrick l'avait pris loin de ceux, ce qui s'est avéré être, pas si chanceux doigts. Il clignait la mémoire, avant de tourner son regard sur le voyant, s'occuper d'eux serait aussi dangereux que le duel avec Siméon avait été ce jour-là.
"Et quel rôle je joue dans tout ça?" Il leur demanda soigneusement après eux, car une autre question brûlait dans son esprit, suppliant d'être exprimée. Ne demande rien au voyant, ne doit rien. Il se rappela apaisantment, fixant son visage avec le regard placide qu'il portait toujours si bien à la cour. Bien mieux qu'un examen attentif. Il a pensé avec bienveillance.
Name: Fredrick Riel
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Age: 19
Gender: Male
 Lucas was born far to the west, in a land where the success of a nobles family was dependent upon the skill of the houses swordsmen, with custom dictating that all disputes and matters are settled with duels. To prevent putting the nobility at risk, they and only they, are allowed to employ the talents of simple folk to fight their duels for them. With his parents being poor Lucas could barely remember them, as he was sold to 'House Riel' at a young age, and put to training as a swordsman immediately. When he reached the age of sixteen he was granted his first personal blade, a steel short sword which he had named 'Nightbane', a weapon that swiftly helped him earn a name for himself among the Houses. Lucrative offers were made to House Riel in return for the lads service, but the House had grown proud of their fierce fighter, publicly declaring him the best in all the lands and granting the young man the right to wear their name.
Word soon got to the king, of a small house, boasting of having the finest swordsman in the lands, wishing to see so for himself, he journeyed to their home and offered to buy the swordsmen from them, but in their arrogance they declined. The refusal was seen as an insult and direct challenge to the kings authority, using his influence he had the house stripped of its lands and titles and sent into exile. Young Lucas stuck with the family as they traveled east through the hinterlands with what little possessions remained to them, but inexperience with the rigors of travel led to the death of many, with once loyal house guards turning bandit.
Wounded from his ordeals and attempts to crush the mutiny of his fellow swordsman, Lucas was left behind by those whom had escaped the battle unscathed, and had been forced to leave behind those too sick or frail to keep up. Eventually Barren earth gave way to lush grass, than fields of corn, Lucas collapsed at the feet of the first person he had seen in days, shortly passing out afterward. The man who had found him, a local farmer of the township of Crosshaven, helped nurse him back to health and offered lodgings to the young man in return for help with work around the farm. He accepted immediately and worked many a season for his savior, but in his heart he longed to return to his homeland and slay the man who ruined his House, yet found he knew not the way home.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who may know of his homeland, as the name has been met with confused stares by all others/ A travelling companion.