Joseph
**Sir Murven Kilwick
Terresol village**

Murven broke eye contact out of discomfort as the boy stared at him for an uncomfortable amount of time.

When the strange fellow finally asked a question, Murven looked to the other men in his camp. "Did any of you pay the kid to do this?" He asked, thinking this meeting was too strange for the boy to be serious. One of his men clearly wanted to mess with him.
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

"I wasn't payed S-Sir... I want to be taught..."
Joseph
**Sir Murven Kilwick
Terresol village**

Sir Murven looked the boy over as he struggled to speak. He would have expected this from one of the children that had visited the camp earlier, not a grown man. "Are you a dullard?"
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

Mactavus's more proud nature came out, noble or peasant, he doesn't simply take an insult.

"Don't call me dullard sir! For I am better then any of those moronic peasants in the village!"
Lori
**South-West of Korkou**
**Karl Gwydyon**

He rubs his chin and responds: "Very well, however my remaining 150 men will be encamped nearby, as it would be very tedious going back and forth to manage my troops. I accept your generous offer. However, might i recommend sending a subordinate you trust to make sure things are in order?" Subsequently he'd begin heating up wax and after it became liquid he poured 2 clumps at the bottom of the contract. Lastly he removed his right glove, revealing a ring with a crest engraved on it, pressing it in to the wax and removing it, leaving his crest marked upon the wax. Lastly turning the contract around so it would face the Wisdom so that she may do the same. " 'Tis a pleasure doing business with you."
Heather
Violet
Emaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol

"Oh? And why would a *Great* Knight teach a humble turnip farmer like yourself to fight? Are you someone special, maybe? Either way, couldn't have been much of a teacher if you're trembling. If I were your teacher, the very first thing I'd tell you is that confidence is key. Especially when you're at a disadvantage." 

A demented smirk twisted onto the woman's face. She seemed to be enjoying this again, now that he was trying to put up a tough front. The tears pricking his eyes didn't go unnoticed. Poor pup, he really thought this was a fight for his life. 

"Okay then, here I come." 

In a burst of speed, the rogue woman suddenly dashed forward at him with the knife in her hand. The blade went sailing towards his stomach, the impact could be fatal and painful if not stopped. The boy boldly attempted a dodge, and used his advantage of greater reach to seize her wrist. This move would be his downfall. His momentum during the grab would be Violet's opportunity for a quick end to the brawl. Using the wrist Cleos held, Violet yanked him closer and stuck out her leg. The lumbering boy would collide with her shin, causing him to loose his footing and grip. Poor Cleos came crashing down onto the hard floor with a meaty slap.

Violet crouched down to the young man's side, tsking softly and giving him a pat on his back. "Not bad, but not bad isn't going to save your life in a fight. You should go find another teacher." The woman rose to a standing position, and offered up her petite helping hand. "You don't have to worry about me causing any more problems. I'll leave shortly. I was just worried you were... Someone else. That's why I pulled you in here."

Violet
Emaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol

She let her hand fall to her side after he rose on his own. Fine enough, most men didn't take fights with her vey well. It was just something she had to get used to. Honorable shakes of the hand after a good tussle were just reserved for the menfolk it seemed. "It's complicated, hard to explain to someone not from the southern islands. I thought you were one of Bradai Maith's men, to put it in layman's terms." Violet figured there was little point in withholding information anymore. She was bound to be reported, it was par for the course. She'd be out of there before the authorities could catch up anyways, and she didn't feel it necessary or right to kill hapless bystanders who had only tried to aid her. 

"Oh settle down boy, I didn't kill anyone for the clothing. I wouldn't do a thing like that over clothing. I *Have* Morals, rich as that sounds. I just stole the vestments when one of 'em was *Busy*. As for who I am, I'm just a wanted woman. You can call me Violet."