Steven
Zoe Piraino
Sol, Terresol

Zoe did not have the slightest clue of what Photine looked like, but given the state of the world, the keep received very little visitors. Photine was was easy to spot as the only visitor in hours. "Miss Harding!" The professor called out to the arriving woman, gesturing for her to come over to Zoe's more secluded spot behind the walls. Not the most formal place for an interview, but anything that Zoe could consider an office was at SUNS, outside the keep walls. "I hope the walk over was pleasant."
Joseph
Photine Harding
Sol, Terresol 

Photine had only just arrived when she heard her name called by an approaching woman. Tucking a stray piece of caramel colored hair into a low bun and subconsciously smoothing down her modest gown, she smiled softly as she helped close the distance. 
Once closer, she inclined her head in a respectful manner, suddenly noticing how quiet the place seemed. The air seemed eerie with fear of spreading sickness. 
She redirected her thoughts quickly though and smiled shyly at the woman, "It was lovely, thank you."
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Sol, Terresol 

Greyden was standing with his horse in the center of town. He would discreetly trade various stolen goods with others. Takjng items, taking gold, giving items, giving cold, like a living and breathing pawn shop. That travelled. Also stole from customers on the occasion. 

Since the plague was afoot, he was offering to buy goods and deliver to those in need. The exchange being jewelry or items of great value. It was practically robbery, but people needed this.
Nicholas
Velásquez Alarcón
Sol, Terresol

Velásquez stepped into the town square. It Suprised him that the Plauge hadn't caused the panic and hysteria he expected. He would have thought that Terresol would be in a state of madness. People panicking in the streets, Isolating themselves, Plauge doctors and all that. But no, Nothing so far.

How awfully boring. 

He looked around. There where a few store keepers. Haggling merchandise and talking to customers. He just needed food. Enough to last him a week. Besides. This Plauge nonsense can't last any longer than that can it? 

He noticed a particular figure standing near a horse. They seemed awfully suspicous, Something in their posture, there way of talking and acting, and in the fact they seemed to be interested in other people's pockets and Espically in their valuables. He walked up to them confidently. Cleared his throat and said "Excuse me. Do you have legal permission to be trading these items" He said. Looking the Man straight in the eyes with a rouguish sense of confidence.
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Sol, Terresol 


Greyden smirked at the man who walked his way. He figured he had a new face to trade with, but as the words the stranger spoke hit his ears, his sly smile shriveled into a frown. Defensive, Greyden crossed his arms. 

"And who are you to be asking such things? Especially in times like these? Marin is troubled by plague and you question my services? And being a total stranger at that!" He scolded at the stranger. 

Greyden was offended by the man's accusations, seemingly anyhow, to try and throw him off the trail of being a Fence. 

"I'm a traveling merchant. I wheel and deal. But right now, I came back to my home land to help my people."
Nicholas
Velásquez Alarcón
Sol, Terresol

He listened to them as they defensivily went on about how they are innocent. He wasn't really listing from the moment he heard them start talking. He stopped them after he presumed they had finished

"I wasn't accusing you of anything, Calm down. I don't even have a legal right to arrest you or do anything to you." He smirked. "But your immediate denial makes me think your hiding something. I have don't have any idea of what. But I don't think you want me finding out." He said looking at him sternly. 

"I am native of Terresol as well. These are my people as well. And I wouldn't take kindly to someone taking from them. Stay on the right side of the law my friend." He looked away for a second then back at him. "I am Velásquez Alarcón, What can I call you?" He said with a sudden change of tone.
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Sol, Terresol 

Greyden's demeanor changed after the other man explained himself and he relaxed a bit. 

"I'm Greyden Smythe. People call me Grey. Some people scream it, too, but that's a bit more of a personal bragging right... I usually don't stay in one place too long, since some people don't enjoy me trading goods. You bring me something and I give you something back. I don't question where it came from, just as long as I know it's worth and you're willing to take what I'll give." He said and combed his fingers through his long, wavy, black locks.

"I also don't have a family anymore. Mom passed at a young age and I was thrown into care of strangers. Then I ran away. My father never was there. And when he was, it was to be taken care of... Useless bastard... Sorry. Coming here brings memories. I get sentimental at times..."
Nicholas
Velásquez Alarcón
Sol, Terresol

Velásquez listened to his claim. It made perfect sense. But it raised a few questions? "So... You don't question where the Item is from? What if they are stolen or taken, Do you ever plan for that? If not then it could be a crime." He questioned, looking at them with scorn 

"I'm also very sorry to hear that. I have also lost some family, I was disowned however. For almost completly no reason, May I add. I was then looked after by a Realtivly Rich family. You must have had far worse a time then me. I'm sorry for you" He said. Velásquez was clearly honest with this. But wasn't going to let it distract him. He could still be breaking the law. And if he arrested a criminal then surely he must be invited into the City Guard, At the very least.
Anna
Greyden Smythe 
Sol, Terresol 

He nodded, seeing as the stranger had a similar upbringing like him. Annoyed with his hair, he then pulled it up in a ponytail. 

"You Just learn how to survive. That's all. My mother was a good teacher. I always did what I could to help out with her. Now, I just worry about myself. Gets awful lonely, besides a casual encounter with a woman. That's always a plus of traveling. Gorgeous women." He said and shrugged a bit. 

"Without my work, desperate people would die. Right now, I travel around getting food and drink for people; for a price of course. Either coin or useless trinkets." He said and scratched his scruffy facial hair.