Veronica
Prince Nickles
Northwind

"If you haven't the burning desire to know the answers to your existence, your past, then I shan't waste any time explaining it to you. In fact," He said, beginning to frantically wipe at his forehead, "I SHAN'T WASTE ANY MORE SPACE IN MY SKULL WITH YOUR PATHETIC LIFE'S STORY!" He shrieked. He wiped more vigorously, his forehead blooming a bright red. Rodrigo skittered around Arin's feet, breathing roughly. The air seemed to chill. Rodrigo's breathing became visible, puffing out in front of him. The rat's eyes were wide in terror. It was as if he knew, and knew he did, that something wicked was in their midst. Nickles' hands finally dropped to his sides with his chest heaving and forehead raw. The sutures of his skull seemed to align more correctly now that he had cleansed his bean. He stared hard at Arin. A slow, lopsided smile cut across his meaty face.

"Hello, my name is Prince Nickles. Pleased to meet you, as you are pleased to meet me," He said, kicking a foot out gracefully and pointing it out in front of him. He was an exquisite dancer and would take any chance he had to demonstrate his skillset. Rodrigo weeped silently at Arin's feet.
Carol
Arin Cragton
Northwind

Arin thought for a moment. "*Prince*.. Living here of all places? That's absurd." Arin muttered to himself. "Sorry, it's just odd." Arin said, quickly realizing his mistake. He looked over the boy, noticing he looked better. "You said Nickles, but I've never heard that name. And yes, I am pleased to... Know your real name I guess." Arin said, choosing his words carefully as to not piss the kid off more. "I've never really known my past, nor cared to. It's easier that way." Arin said softly.
Veronica
Prince Nickles
Northwind

"Well, I was ousted by my sister, the Gimp Queen Elizouise Ramsalot. She drove my nation into the ground. Yes, Feyshore is but a mound of ash now. Seeing my home ablaze sent me into a turmoil that I don't believe I ever truly recovered from. If I ever see her again, I will peel her eyeballs while they are still in her lumpy, underdeveloped head," Nickles said, balling his fists tightly at his sides. "I believe that living in the past is the only way to survive. Our future is bleak. Peasants are dying in the streets, wracked with boils and rashes. If I did not know any better, I would assume that there was another plague upon us," He chuckled. Rodrigo began sweating profusely. Nickles glanced in his direction and narrowed his eyes. "A plague would be most unfortunate indeed... Brought on by rats no doubt."
Carol
Arin Cragton
Northwind 

"I've seen the worst sides of humanity. I choose to believe that the future can be bright, if we make it that way. If enough people tried to have a more positive outlook and started helping each other, then a lot of the problems could end. I don't know how to heal the sick, but I know my mo... Mo.. I remember my mother.. Barely but I do. She was a healer, a very beautiful one. Her hair was as fair as golden silk, and her smile was as bright as snow. She used to tell me to never... Never.. Shit. I forgot. Goddamnit why can't I keep memories from slipping?!" Arin said, before looking over at Nickles. 

"Yeah, things are bad. Yes people are dying. But there must be a way to change it. There has to be.. A cure of some sorts. If we can prevent infection by wrapping a wound well enough then a lot more has to be poss..." The thought slipped his mind and he sat still for a moment. "I'm sorry. I'm not usually *This* Forgetful. Plague? I hope not. But if it's brought on by rats then that is indeed unfortunate. Seems to me people need to watch themselves closely. Keep any wound clean and wrapped up, and prevent contact with possible sources." Arin said, his voice naturally becoming softer.
Veronica
Prince Nickles
Northwind

Nickles paused as Arin stuttered through his sentences. He sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his tiny nose. "Did a gnome hit you in the head with a log?" He asked in exasperation. "Perhaps a gnome hit you in the head with a log until your brain began to bleed. *Perhaps* That is why you cannot remember how to speak properly like a gentleman." 
He grabbed Arin's hand. 
"Allow me to be your teacher. I am eloquent. You deserve the best. I will have you speaking full sentences within a year," He whispered.
Carol
Arin Cragton
Northwind

"I speak well enough.. Thank you. It's just that sometimes my brain forgets where it's going, like I blank and I cannot remember what I was talking about. Have you ever been doing something without thinking about it, but then realize you are doing it? I don't know how to explain it. Like you are cooking but you lose yourself as you are cooking, and you realize you've been cooking for a long time all of a sudden. Or you are at the wheel of a great ship and you just relax and get lost in your own head. That happens to me sometimes in a conversation." Arin said, trying to think of good analogies to try to explain his condition. 

Doctors say nothing is wrong with me, or that a spell has been cast on me, but that doesn't seem right. Why would someone block someone else's memory and function? Makes no sense." Arin said, rubbing the scar on his thumb. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk about myself for so long. It is rude." Arin said.