Ora
Arin Cragton
Mizzen Market

Arin cracked his eyes open as far as he could, and looked at the small man in front of him. 

"Trust me. My life is only worth as much as in that sack. Maybe less." He said, before cracking a small smile. That smile turned into a laugh, which turned into painful groans as his bruised ribs ached. 

"I'm here because of a tournament. The man I was riding against was a knight, no... A Captain of knights... Name was Brightwater. Jack... No Jax.. Brightwater." He said, before catching his breath again. 

"I lost the fight. No matter how strong my swing was, or how fast, he saw where my blade was going to strike. It was over before I even knew what had happened." He said, before looking up at Vik. 

"I was beaten for losing. Funny part is, my own father did this. Or, I think he is my father. I can't fucking remember... Anything." He said, before a tear rolled down his cheek. 

"His guards dragged me, even though they were told to go to a doctor they tossed me in that garbage thinking I was dead, or dying soon. And I wished I had. I don't know my family, and now I have lost the small shred of respect I had earned. That money is all my life has right now, and even that isn't worth much." He said, before taking a small sip of the ale and wiping his eyes. 

"Sorry. I am not used to showing emotion, but I just can't stop." He said, forcing his tears to stop flowing down his cheeks.
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah 
Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper

If anyone knew how to hold a feast that would capture the attention of many Kingdoms in a positive way, it would be King Bradai. It wasn't without doubt to Cecilia, though the shifter would never admit it seeing how she disliked him greatly. The atmosphere radiated a joyous and cheerful environment as a few guests began making their way towards the dancefloor or one of the many other forms of entertainment spread across the open spaces, whilst others began making their way towards the cauldrons with their clay bowls in hand. It was noticeable that the majority preferred to feast before they mingled with one another, taking that chance to drink as much as they could while they ate. 

At first, Cecilia was uncertain on whether or not to attend the festivities seeing how any other time she attended, she had an ulterior motive that involved the death of a guest. Fortunately, her decision was shortly made when she overheard one of Maith's staff chattering in an excited manner to another about the extravagance of the ball Bradai had planned. From then, her mind had instantly made its decision. It didn't take much to convince the Shifter as she struggled to ever think about her consequences, however Ceci made a promise to herself to remain on her best behaviour to avoid creating conflict. She wasn't in a position where she could do so, seeing how she was being hunted almost everywhere in Marin besides the far north and even though she hated it, the Isles may be her last refuge. 

Though Cecilia was known to be unaware of possible outcomes as a result of her behaviour and actions, she did manage to put some thought into what she planned. For example, the shifter knew there would be a large enough crowd and significant amount of distractions to give her a chance to blend, especially if the Duchess was to make an appearance. Once she had set her sight on the festival, Cecilia immediately began readying herself.

Back to the present, Cecilia was now seated at one of the tables with an empty clay bowl seated in front of her, observing her surroundings as everyone interacted with one another as they ate or danced. She was unfearful towards the thought of being recognised by the mainlanders that had attended the council or anyone who followed under the Duchess, seeing how most of them would think the result of her punishment was unjust and instead deserved death. Fortunately for the shifter, it would be difficult for someone to recognise her unless they were to properly look at her features rather than scanning their eyes over a crowd. No longer was her body covered in a thick crusting coat of blood that had dried during her time in the dungeon or the usual mud and dirt her body would usually be painted in, instead, Cecilia wore a simple yet elegant dress that complemented her waist made of fern green linen, a material that allowed the sea breeze to cool her skin whilst protecting her from the heat of the isles.

Across her chest, a pattern made of yellow thread took the appearance of multiple thin vines protruding from a flower designed in the middle of her chest. Sprouting from the flower itself were many smaller flowers until the vines ended by her shoulders. Along the sleeves, two walnut ribbons half a quarter inch in thickness braided the material from her underarms until they reached her wrist, similar to the entwined ribbons that lined her spine and laced the back of the dress together. As for the knotted mess on her head, the woman Cecilia had frightened into styling her hair managed to do a decent job with the thick brunette locks hanging loosely around her shoulders in tidy curls whilst the top half twisted into a braided bun. To prevent her scarred neck from giving the shifter away, Cecilia wore four lines of leather entwined together to make a choker-like necklace which successfully hid the unsightly appearance. 

The thought of making her way to the dance floor had crossed her mind as she watched everyone dancing with lighthearted and intoxicating laughter that spread across the room, enjoying the rare moment where she got to take a step back and actually enjoy the event happening around her. The shifter had no idea where to begin as she never was one to socialise with others without taunting them in some way or making their time with her traumatising.
Ernest
**Alex Coldwater**
**Maith's Feast, Tonate Proper**

Alex was quite embarrassed from the situation with the King and Queen, he quickly bowed another time and backtracked out of there, he rarely knew how to socialise at these events but learning that was a crucial part of being at a such a feast and to rise the social ladders of Marin. 

Alex was slowly starting to panic now. He had no idea what to do, his throat clamped down as he started to panic even further, the music was becoming more mumbled to his ears and people had started giving him side eyes. He just needed a place to sit down without much attention given to him. 

Luckily, he saw a almost empty table with just one lady sitting in it, he quickly approached the lady and spoke out in the most unwavering voice he could muster at the moment "Forgive me m'lady, but is this seat taken?"