Russell
Crown Prince Benjamin Tsaplin
The ``****** *******`` and ``*********``, The Academy, Azarya

"<I will break your neck and think nothing of it,>" Benjamin spat at his assigned companion.

"Well, <that's more of a ***You*** Problem, isn't it?>"

"<Are you daft? Your death is all I w—>"

Ezra nodded quickly. "<All you want, yeah. Then *Do it*, Ben,>" He dared. "<And then traverse the mountainside without someone who can guide you and *Make a goddamn fire*.>"

The Prince straightened his posture. "<I **Can** Make a fire.>"

"<You burn yourself in the process.>" The commoner brought his hands together and created a flame, shaping it into a star for the sake of showmanship. "<Like a ***Novice***.>"

"<I will slit your throat.>"

"<Then do it now! Seal your fate.>"
Shirley
__** Cisna, Azarya**__
*Andrej Sokol*

After a walk for 15 minutes, Andrej arrived at the home, along with Stern. There was a woman sitting on a chair right outside staring at the old flagstone road. When she saw the two, she quickly got up and entered the home. A man suddenly came out and approached the man.

Andrej then whispered, "I can do the talking, Stern."

The man then said to Andrej, "Why the hell is *The* Beheader of Teral here?" He pointed at Andrej, "We don't want murderers in this town, leave!"

Andrej stared at him and pulled out a piece of parchment, "The Baron gave me a job here, this is his letter of approval, you can read it, if you are literate," He showed the letter to the man. "We are here to help solve the issue of the beast that seems to be attacking the town, notably your family," Andrej did not look pleased with the fact the villager referred to him by that sobriquet. "If you are willing to show us around the house, I can maybe solve your damned issue," Andrej pointed at the door of the home in a commanding way.

The man stared at the paper and then at Andrej. He then said, "Fine, you will come with me, just you, not your friend," He pointed at Stern, who was the *Friend* That he was referring to.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna

Stern had been silently following the ranger. He was still not used to the village's architecture and people, who mostly ran away seconds after seeing him. The greenskin growled, thinking about the wolf he had left at the Bulwark. He returned to focus on Andrej as he started talking to a visibly hostile man.
As he got pointed at, the hunter stepped closer to the two. "I am a member of the Order of the White Rose and I shall pass in order to help *Your* Village." His eyes were of a dark shade of brown, definitely not human in shade. Stern's expression was of frustration and slight anger, enough to make the man before him appear like a hare facing a fox. Stern's clothing left no doubt as for which were his masters. The hunter waited for the man to reply, still showing an aura of pure intimidation.
Shirley
__**Cisna, Azarya**__
*Andrej Sokol*

Andrej looked at Stern as he made that announcement. He was a little frustrated by this, but he knew that Stern was clearly ignorant to the way people were, he didn't understand that they feared him, even if he only meant good from it. He was a friendly giant, conveniently dressed in a uniform that pushed an agenda of supposed "Peace". He looked at the man, "Give me a moment," He then turned and looked at the hulking Stern, "Stern, my friend, I know that you want to come and help, but these people are not fond of you entering their home. It is a major cultural thing in Azarya to respect the ground rules set by the owner of the home. He is not willing to let you in the house for the moment. Once my research is done, I will inform him that you have to be in there for any future events. You shouldn't be worried about standing outside, as long as you don't attack someone, or destroy something, something that I am confident you will not do. I promise you, you will be involved in the action here pretty soon."
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Village of Cisna

Stern growled at the man in annoyance. "I can smell something from inside the house. Your nose is weak and cannot smell what I do. Blood and dirt... Probably traces of the vampire." He snarled as frustration brought him to clench his fists. He could smell a trail of scent... The same smell found on corpses... Yet it was all around the house, something the hunter's instinct saw as a valid reason to break etiquette. 
"Search the house, ranger. But you won't find anything with your eyes." 
Stern returned to his silence, letting out a rather animalistic huff from his nose. He was trying his best to use the new words he had learned, yet his pronounciation seemed slightly flawed due to the huge tusks poking out of his mouth.