Harvey
Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate, Redwall District 

"Curses only come to those who believe they will, and your daughter is welcome here. I can send for a man to collect her, or you can arrange it yourself, there's not a man in Terresol who'd turn down Farensun gold." This was mostly true, the only ones who'd say no worked for the crown, and they had enough trouble to deal with without worrying about the Kingslayer's wrath. 

"The island sun thaws us all eventually. Either way, I enjoy this side of you, much better than you calling me evil at every chance." He smirked, pulling a cigar out of the case in his pocket and striking a match on his boot. The aroma of Terreme tobacco filling the air with every puff. 

"I haven't seen Mireli in years, just a lass the last time. I do hope the Crown hasn't told her too many stories."
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Farensun Estate, Redwall District

"Stories, no. Histories and accounts, yes," She replied, a slight edge to her voice. No doubt Mireli had heard of who killed Vronti. She doubted that would go over well if she brought Mireli here. And, of course, he had insulted her belief in curses. If he had lost as much as she had and had seen the work of the seers in the caravans, he would most certainly believe that curses could befall anyone, belief or no belief.
Harvey
Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate, Redwall District 

Valkrin waived his hand, "Either way, there's only two people who know the real history, and one's dead." After a few more puffs he sat upright, placing his elbows on his knees and admiring the hibiscus trees in front of him. 

"And to think I almost became a florist." He muttered, watching a gull land on the ground. "What do you think of the garden, Ms. Tanner? No one will ever believe you, but I did all this myself." Valkrin smiled, gesturing to the hedges and flowers.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Farensun Estate, Redwall District

She looked at the hibiscus tree in front of her and reached out, cupping the delicate petals of a flower in her hand for a moment. 

"I suppose every thorn has its rose," She replied. Pausing briefly, she finally turned and sat in a nearby chair, shaded by the trees around them. "It is lovely," She continued, "One of my favorite places, really."
Harvey
Valkrin Farensun 
Farensun Estate, Redwall District 

"I made it as a place for solitude, where I don't have to be Valkrin Farensun, and for short whiles I can be Valkrin Draghi again. Years ago I'd have laughed at the idea, but with each season I find myself out here more and more." He sighed as he removed his overcoat, the shade protecting him well enough from the harsh sun. 

"Are you hungry? I can have something brought out, almost anything really." Valkrin's flask was almost empty, and he called for a servant to come and refill it. The rum was beginning to take hold, and for the first time in a while he actually felt good.
Marguerite
Catarina Tanner
Farensun Estate, Redwall District

"I am," She replied. After going so long without food in the Witherlands and standing on the precipice of starvation, she wasn't one to turn down food when offered. Especially not when it was good, fine food to indulge in!

She watched as Valkrin summoned yet another servant, who quickly scurried off to get a meal for them. The other servant filled Valkrin's flask; Cat waited until he had finished to finally ask, "How did you become a Farensun, anyway?"