Thomas
Visionary Demetri Troiarus
Rikolto, Terresol

"Your lack of foresight and imagination is truly troubling." He quipped before taking his parchments and exiting through the door the Wisdom held open.

He escorted himself to the doors he came in through, taking a deep breath to control his emotions. He had to regain as much composure as possible before addressing his people.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho rode through the town of Rikolto, a satchel slung over his shoulder. He rides until he spots a local couriers keep, he would drop off various documents and certifications for engaging in trade within the region and leaves. After dropping off his letters, he'd make way to the merchants in the city. 

Jericho hitched his horse at a nearby post and walked towards the various market places around. He'd gander at the local products and silently ponder what investments should be made.
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

A man was being dragged trough the steets. In a place not fogotten by the gods, this would've raised the alarm, but not here. Here, change was in the air. Men were becoming becoming stronger, more profound, and more evil.

It was perhaps for this reason that even a stranger like Jericho Heinrich didn't notice the grim cortege behind him. How could he? The vendor facing him remained unphased as the bandits and their prisioner passed behind his client.

It would be the prisioner who would make his presence known to Heirich. Jericho could feel his clothes being pulled with desperation, yet at the same time with not enough strength. He could hear a single word, well... Almost one.

"Hel..."

When he turned, he could not see the prisioner, so covered in mud was he. But he could see his captors: two men and two women. Not very old, if appearence was anything to go by. The one closer to Heinrich, a giant almost twize his size, turned around and gazed at Jericho with murderous eyes. Wait. No. Not at him. At the vendor. Why?

Turning around, he rejoined his group, and the sound of chains that went with them.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho frowned, his coat soiled by the hands of a captive, not mad at the prisoner but rather the captors for allowing their prisoner to besmirch his coat. Jericho had to do something, so he did.

Jericho walked forth to the men and women whom liberated the poor man. "Greetings ladies and gents, I've... Well, I've noticed you carry with you a slave... I don't know about you but a man knows quality when he sees it and what you've got is a fine working slave there and... Well if you ever wanted wanted to make a profit, the best way of doing so is...*Business*...How about I take that slave off your hands for a large sum?"

Jericho smiled, he clearly looked out of place but... He did in-fact look the part he played, a nobleman. His coat was made of fine cloth and the interior lined with red satin, his shoes were well shined, his hat brand new, and he had what others around him didn't, a large amount of confidence. 

"What do you say?"
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

One of the captors, a tomboy-ish girl with a white shirt burst out laughing.

"A slave! Hahahaha! In Marin! Doesn't anyone respect the mandates of Saris anymore? Or are you from Azarya?"

"I told you this land was cursed," Said the giant. And he spat on the ground. "People are becoming insane in here."

The leader of the gang, a handsome young man with a cruel stare, stepped forward.

"This is a good chance to get something worthwile out of him."

"No!" The girl shouted.

"Syanna! This little rat is a not witch!" Replied the leader. "We've carried him weeks and he hasn't done anything. Give it up."

"I saw it. I felt it. If only we had searched for Regina!"

"Regina is dead!"

The group fell into silence. The giant then turned towards Jericho and said:

"I'm with Lancel. I say we sell him to these apostates."

Lancel, the leader, walked slowly towards Heinrich and asked him how much did he meant when he had referred to a "Large sum".
George
Jericho Heinrich 
Rikolto, Terresol

"Think of it as an investment!" The man stood at relatively the same height as Jericho, he looks him in his eyes and smiles. "I come from Aco, the wealthiest city in Araedia and I can promise you up to ten thousand gold coin for your little friend here in the next coming days once my business is up and running. I am a business man and slavery would immediately increase the amount of money I'd be making! So... Let's say in...5 days, you meet me at the swamp south of Sediz and you'll be rewarded handsomely... Deal?"

Jericho held out his hand for a shake, his eyes read true and his tone seemed sincere.
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

Lancel went to his group, where he whispered something to the others, then returned with a chilling grin.

"Well," He said. "We just happen to be planning a stay in Rikolto. We'll be here until we collect the payment."

He dropped the prisoner at Jericho's feet, and turning on his heals, went the other way with his posse.

The beaten man dragged a hand towards Jericho, and grabbed his ankle.

"W-water..." He said.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho helped the man to his feet, "Alright alright... Water it is." Jericho walked to a nearby merchant and used some spare coin on him to purchase a waterskin filled with freshwater, he returned moments later and handed it to the man. 

"Follow me...*Slave.*" Jericho had purposefully said 'slave' with a suggestive tone and winked. 

"Drink up and tell me about yourself and all that has happened... I am curious."
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

The man drank all the water, and asked for more. To Heinrich's surprise, he used it to wash his face.

He was a young man, not much olders than the brigands who had captured him, with dark hair and blue eyes. His skin was unnatursly pale, a result of his mistreatment, most likely.

"It is a long tale, and all of of it's characters are dead or missing."

He looked around.

"What is this place?" He asked.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho sighed "You can have more water in a moment, for now I want to hear your tale... It may hold importance to my next actions. Plus, those bastards tarnished my coat... They will pay..."

Jericho returned to his typical stern look, looking at the young man with little pity. The young man could tell Jericho wasn't happy with the group. "I know you want revenge and the gods above know I want it too... Let me hear your story..."
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

And so Felix Reed began to tell the tale of his misadventures in the land of Harronheart. From his meeting with the Ibbish knights, to the assault of the Sable Siblinghood on Harronkeep Castle, and his capture.
He specifically avoided any mention of the witch, describing the whole affair in the same way as a scholar or a bystander would. Jercho couldn't help but notice how Felix never seemed to be the main character in his stories.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

"So... You are an apothecary? And those bastards back there took you with them for... For what? You had barely a thing to do with the whole ordeal... I suppose it matters not... Listen. You are no slave of mine and we have 5 days to prepare..."

Jericho scratches his chin and look to the man again, "I have a proposition... You seem to be in need of a new life... I saved your skin now I think you could do me the favor of helping mine."
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

"Sure thing. Whatever it is. I am in your debt."

The apothecary gazed at his clothes.

"Alas, I'm afraid I'm in need of a bath, and soon, of food. Real food. I wouldn't be surprised if what those brigands fed me was horse manure.
Do you own a house here?"
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

"Firstly, I have a horse. Secondly, you will bathe soon. Thirdly, let's just say you will join me on a business venture that will be beneficial for the both of us. Now get on." Jericho mounts his horse and pats the back end of the horse, gesturing for him to get on. 

Jericho would look around for a town hall from where he sat, next stop is the acquiring of property.
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

"And how would you go about doing that?" Asked Felix. "This place is strange. The people look confident, yet afraid. Those things don't go together. Something is wrong. I can sense it in the air."
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho clicks twice with his tongue and they begin riding throughout Rikolto, Jericho searches for the town hall or any other government official buildings. "Might just be the smell... I can smell riches my friend and you'll soon see why." 

Jericho continues leading the horse until arriving at the city hall. He hitches the horse outside the building and would step off the horse, satchel in hands. "You can wait here or accompany me... Though... I don't know how accepting they are of people in your condition."
William
**Felix Reed - Rikolto**

"You go inside. I'll guard the horse."

He should've bathed first. Alas. It was too late now. And so he stood by the side of the Town Hall, waiting for Heinrich to return.

Finally free of his shackles, Kiervan could finally look at Rikolto in all of it's dark splendour. A bloody red spread across the sky, as strange men in golden masks treaded the dirt roafs.
He could feel it. This was a place of power... But why? There were no altars, no amcient temples to channel the esoteric forces. A most intriguing thing.
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Terresol

Jericho walks into the city hall and approaches the front counter, his distinguished looks would be off putting but charming nonetheless. Jericho would knock on the counter and with a smile, say "Hello! Jericho Heinrich at your service! I am here today to discuss possible ownership of a property in the area? I have the proper documents required if you'd like to view them..."

Jericho stares intently at the government official in-front of him. He smiles charmingly and rummages through his satchel for the documents whilst waiting a response.

The woman at the front counter would look up at Jericho with a puzzled expression, as though he had been a ghost standing before her. "A-are you sure you want to purchase land in this city sir?...You just don't seem like the type of person to live in his region..."

Jericho sighed, his smile still vibrant. "It is for business madam! Nothing more, nothing less." 

The woman sighed and gestured for the papers, Jericho was quick to oblige and hand over the documents. She read them over and moments had passed before her next response.

"These all seem to be in order, I will arrange a meeting for you and the cities clerk." And with that, the woman stood and walked to one of the back rooms. Jericho was left to stand there with his thoughts. He tapped the counter and checked his pocket watch.

"The clerk will see you now, sir." Jericho perked up and began walking to the room, upon entering he'd notice it was well-kempt and furnished with rather old antique furniture. An older gentleman sat on a chair across a finely built table. The woman would soon walk out, the door closing behind the two gentlemen.

"Good afternoon sir, Jericho Heinrich at your service." He would quickly take a seat across from the man who looked rather stern, Jericho didn't mind. Jericho's smile faded as he knew business would soon be conducted.