Michael
Wisdom Serafina
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Serafina listened to his words with indignation. The Pirate King had a view she had heard many times from her own family and her colleagues. But he, like many others, were wrong. She hadn't gone through the Trials willingly, but in doing so a flame had been lit inside her and it was too hot to put out. She smiled to herself. 'Who is to say more damage can't be done with a dagger than a sword?' 

When Bradai smiled, the Wisdom felt a series of chills as his words traveled across the room. Her heart began to beat to the rhythm of a war drum as the thought echoed through her mind. She had a sinking feeling that by letting him in, she would be condeming everything she knew to death.
Lawrence
Kallophon
The Council Room

Kallophon turned away from Retto and leaned against the windowsill, gazing out. The evening sun was casting a dusky aspect across the vast fastnesses of tree, bog, and grass. A faint breeze unsettled his dark-brown curls. He shrugged. "In Terresol, we ... Well, I don't *Recall* There being a set time of day for weddings. Afternoon? Evening? Night?" He shook his head. "Not in Omun, at least. But then again, what province of the fatherland is more likely to go against the grain about marriage than Omun?" He flashed Retto a smile over his shoulder.

"And if they're following the Witherland tradition—and I doubt they will, because who is more deserving of Saris' damnation than those heathen's, aye? The poor Wisdom's stomach would roll in its cavity—were it to be so, I have no idea how it'll be carried out. I'd definitely be hopeless to serve a Northern ceremony with my skills. The Withermen would probably put me under their boots for their traditional 'snap-and-crackle' dance. Would that I were a longer man—I'd be able to bear more stamping Witherman paws on my bones, and spare some other unfortunate Southerner."

Kallophon turned, sitting up on the windowsill. "I'm sure we'll have time to get things sorted. One or two group pieces should suffice. It follows that the more pressing object for us is getting an actual 'group' together, aye? Do you know anyone else in this castle who can sing or play an instrument?" He looked out the window. "I doubt we'd be able to summon that frog choir for the occasion."
Dianne
Emelia Cloverbloom
Taemar

Emelia resisted the urge to snort at Arin's reaction to the alcohol, but did let out a tiny smile. She paused noticing him staring at the bottle, "You don't want to drink that, trust me. I've got liquor or whiskey?". Why do people always think that alcohol she uses to clean wounds can be drunk?

She laughed a bit, "You'd be surprised at how many guys think they can win a fight bare handed. It's like people forget knives are a thing", Emelia frowned at his words and shook her head, "Sometimes that's what people want though. A reaction, a good reason to kick your ass. And you gave it to them". She set the rag down, cut a long piece of thread and looped it through the needle. She then carefully got to work on stitching his hand being as gentle as she could. "Look I'm not saying that you should turn blind eye to everything, some people need a good ass kicking, I'm saying you got to pick and choose your battles. Know when to let things go".

Not stopping in her task she spoke to Marsila, "A week, week and a half. Two if he doesn't take care of them and does something stupid. He should still be able to use his hands though, I'll give him something that should numb the area", she finishes up the stitches in that hand and moves on to the next. Repeating the process of pouring alcohol and cleaning with the rag, "But I'll be coming with you, I don't trust this guy", she says pointing to Arin with the rag, "Not to do something dumb. You've given me a very bad impression when it comes to taking care of yourself. Plus this task sounds interesting, when's the last time someones seen an Owl Griffin?". She finishes cleaning and then moves on to stitching this hand up.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin shook his head. "I need a clear head to deal with this." He said, rolling his eyes. "The last time I stayed in one place for more than a week I was jailed for nearly a year. Is there any way I can leave quicker?" He said, turning his attention back to his hands. The now clean cuts looked better now that all of the dried blood was removed. The needle dig into his skin and he groaned softly. 

She made a good point. His mind was still in survival mode, being that close to so many people who wanted him dead or captured had left him with his guard up constantly. He slowly relaxed as she kept doctoring his hands. 

He stayed quiet for a bit as she worked, only because his hands were the way he made money. He grimaced as she nicked a tender spot. His eyes rolled back as she poured the alcohol again but he clenched his jaw and stayed silent. His tough exterior had dropped. Now he wasn't "Arin the Pirate." He was just Arin. A young man who was always in over his head, and only lived because he was luckier than most. He looked back at Marsila when Emelia brought up her point. 

"It's not up to me." He said softly.
Kari
Vex Gresham
The sorceresses lodge, Taemar

Vex coughed once, spitting a glob of blood and phlegm to the ground before him. His hand reached into a bed of splinters beside him and he pushed, the wood piercing his skin as he rose to his feet. He breathed in, his lungs straining to bring in the wheeze. Even under the effect of all his potions, that last barrage hurt.

Using the shaft of his spear as a cane he regained his footing and limped over to the collapsing witch.

"Someone get a fire going!" Vex turned back to the cabin and called to the hunting party. "We'll rest and head back to the city in the morning."

Of course he only expected half of them to follow the orders, there was a wedding going on after all. Nevertheless he spotted a pale figure already gathering wreckage and throwing it into the hearth. Vex grunted and turned back to the witch, retrieving his slivered cuffs, and slapped them onto her wrists. The hunter then reached up to his shoulder wound, digging his fingers into the gash, and pulled the red appendage free. Vex knelt down and marked the Witch's forehead, chuckling at his handiwork.

The Brutality resumed shortly after, his hands grabbing a fistful of the raven hair as he dragged her back to her former residence, where the rest of his companions resided.
Heather
Marsila Vema 
Taemar

Marsila watched silently as Emelia closed up the wounds on Arin's hands, wondering what it felt like to receive stitches. Though she had wounded herself many times, her body managed to heal her cuts, grazes and burns long before anyone had the chance to heal her themselves. It was the only part of her shifter self that she didn't despise. 

Bringing herself from her thoughts, Marsila managed to catch Emelia's answer and felt the corner of her lips drop into a small frown when she mentioned she would be joining them on their hunt. "I.. I don't think that's a smart idea Emelia." She began, unsure on the risks involved if she were to leave with them. Then again, she wasn't sure Arin would properly take care of his wounds either, knowing how hot headed the pirate was. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back against the chair she sat on while crossing her arms over her chest. "I guess you can join us but you will need to promise me that you will hide if we were to ever be ambushed while Arin and I fight and when we find the Owl-Griffin, you will keep yourself a safe distance away so you aren't placed in any danger." 

She was still unconfident about Emelia joining them but she had the feeling Emelia wasn't going to take no for an answer. She turned her focus back towards Arin and pursed her lips before she continued to speak. "If Emelia is joining us, we will leave as soon as she is finished dressing your hands. There is no reason for us to remain here longer than we have already." 

She also wanted to find the Owl-Griffin as soon as possible so she could retrieve it for the Alchemist and receive the information on her missing parents. Luckily for Marsila, Arin had been enough of a pain in her ass to distract her from the sadness and fear she kept hidden. "And let's pray neither of you two become sick with the plague."

Cecilia Lyanah
The Sorceress's Lodge, Taemar

She had to admit, the taste of a witch was different than one of a human. It was a lot more bitter from the magic that tainted their blood yet Cecilia remained unbothered while she continued to devour the witch's flesh. When the commotion outside began to dim and the female's screams were silenced, the shifter rose from the unrecognisable mangled corpse, satisfied with the fullness in her belly, Her wounds from the previous day were barely noticeable, her strength and healing once again as it was originally and the weakness she suffered from before no longer threatened her. 

Cecilia felt her bones begin to snap and rearrange themselves as her body shifted from her wolf form to her bare human form before turning around to face the others with a cheerful grin on her face. She felt alive. 

Her gaze fell towards the knight who had attempted to save the witch's life for some reason unknown to her and cocked her head in thought. She was tempted to end his life for trying to interfere with the witch's death, knowing it would be quite simple as he sat there in a daze with no weapon to arm himself with. Fortunately for him, Cecilia cared more for her own freedom and did not want to risk being imprisoned once again for bringing harm towards someone she wasn't meant to. Instead, Cecilia walked past Wendall and made her way towards the cabin's entrance. 

As Vex neared them while dragging the only living witch that had been rendered unconscious behind him, the shifter leaned herself against the wooden frame. "Does this mean I can finally leave and be free of you Paladins? I would like to get as far away from here as possible." She questioned, hoping he didn't have any more plans for her in mind.
Kari
Vex Gresham
At the coven that caused the plague, Taemar

Vex spat at the creature's feet, it's hideous attempt at a human form disgusting him.

"Our deal has concluded, but do not think you have gained some immunity from us. You are still my prey, only now you aren't in a trap." He threw the unconscious woman towards the wall with a grunt and jabbed a thumb behind him.

"You better leave before I change my mind."