Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia was startled at the sound of the door of the store being violently slammed open and gave a small gasp as he looked at the direction of the noise. "Uh..." She paused, trying to recollect herself. "Wel-... *Ahem*. Welcome to the Arwin and family trading company. How may we be of service to you today?" She tried her best to remain cordial to whoever barged in so abruptly. "I certainly hope you did not damage the wall." She said nervously, her grip tight on the counter.
Frank
Prince Nickles
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore

Prince Nickles rolled his eyes and looked sidelong at the figure that appeared next to him. Stoic and tall, the boy let his neck go limp and his head flop back so that he could get a good look at the man. His already bulging eyes widened as he gaped at the man, shamelessly. His attention was snapped forward when a woman opened the door. 

"What would you do if I damaged the wall? Be mad at me?" Nickles asked with a dismissive wave of his hand. The wood on the door had certainly been splintered upon impact. "The real question is, how may *I* Be of service to *You*?" He whipped the blanket off of the wheelbarrow and revealed a dozen or so jingling jars of grape jam. The jars were a bit worse for wear, with jam seeping past the lids and smeared across the exterior of the glass. They were, without a single doubt, sticky to the touch. "Do my wares interest you?" He asked with more intensity than necessary, "Can you imagine bathing in the coins that my jam will bring you? Kings, Queens, even duchesses will travel from high and low to get a lick of this delectable, *Delicious* Dessert. You will be a God among men if you were to come into possession of *My wares*." He reached up and gripped her hand, squeezing it as hard as he could. "I will charge you for transportation and my labor, obviously."
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*

*Faraam glanced back at the boy as he gawked up at him. This was something that he found to be... Slightly odd. Had he never seen a man in plate before? Surely he had at least seen a Knight of some sort during his lifetime, but alas, that was really not something he should bother with worrying over. The boy and him were here of their own accord.. Although from how he entered, the boy certainly could stand to have a bit of respect. This woman who was simply trying to run her business would now likely have to pay for this man's damages... Regardless, he let out a sigh and entered, stepping away from the man with a wheelbarrow to look around the front of the trade company building.*

*Glancing back at the sound of cloth suddenly being flung, he looks at the contents which the man was attempting to peddle... And he wouldn't be afraid to say that he had seen rocks more appetizing than whatever that was supposed to be. It had the vague appearance of some sort of jelly or jam, but from how haphazardly stuffed together they were to the state of the jars themselves, he couldn't help but be slightly repulsed even if the contents were good. Although perhaps his tastes had been skewed, since for the first half of his life he had been treated to fine food of lesser Nobility and the latter half was fine Game his adoptive father had killed.* "To be frank with ye pal, that looks like Mud from where I'm standing.." *He spoke out, a thick Northern accent present. He didn't sound malicious, more or less just saying something how he thought it was.*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore** 

"Young man..." Cecelia started, trying to remove herself from his grasp. "I cannot see what it is you are attempting to sell to us." She didn't like this kid's tone. Who did he think he is? He certainly must have damaged the door with whatever he had rammed into it with, and she didn't appreciate how hard he was gripping her hand. It was not often Cecelia got angry, always trying to be cordial with prospective clients, but this kid struck a nerve within the golden blonde woman.

"You have almost certainly damaged our door from the sound of how hard you have rammed it, mocked me for worrying about the condition of this shop, you have not even bothered to properly look at whom you hope to be a client, otherwise you might have been able to deduce I am blind, so therefore I cannot see your wares, which from what this other gentleman has said, is not of edible quality, and then claimed that we would pay *You* For moving these goods *After* We have bought said preservatives. You have no manners young man, release me at once!" Her normally silky and refined voice raised throughout the scolding to a tone which can be described as a mother reprimanding a child for breaking something. Even her father was surprised at her change in mood, raising an eyebrow as he looked over the scene. 

"We are an upscale and professional establishment specializing in fine goods and materials. I would pray that we shall be deserving at least shred of decorum from those wishing to do business. Do we not?"

She wasn't looking directly at him as she couldn't know how tall he was, so her 'gaze' ran over his head, but she felt she got her point across nonetheless
Frank
Prince Nickles
The Arwiin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore

"It's jam, you buffoon!" Nickles shrieked at the man. "Mud would be a waste of jars! THIS—," He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm himself, "This is a collection of fine grape jams. You may sample some, for a high price," He said, pulling out a gummed up jar. He balanced it in his palm and extended it toward the man. "You will not be disappointed." His eyes sparkled mischievously. 

He turned his head to address the shopkeeper, who had taken a cross tone with him. "Oh, do not worry, your door is pristine," Nickles said. "How did you open a door if you're blind?" He added, suspiciously. He narrowed his eyes and looked between the woman and the man. 

It was all beginning to add up. "Oh... I see what's happening here. Yes, of course. SCAM THE CHILD. SCAM THE CHILD OUT OF HIS WARES. *DID YOU THINK I WOULD NOT NOTICE?! YOUR BLIND ACT, HIS DEGRADATION OF MY PRODUCT? I KNOW WHAT I AM IN POSSESSION OF, I KNOW THE LIKES OF YOU TRYING TO SNATCH IT OUT OF MY HANDS FOR A LOW, LOW PRICE!*" He screamed. He hurled a jar at the adjacent wall and it smashed to pieces. Grape jam slid down the wall and splattered wetly to the floor. Nickles panted heavily, clutching his chest to try and steady his palpitations.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*

"Ye think so, uh?" *He said back to him with a voice that just screamed that he was thoroughly convinced... Oh, if only he was. She shook his head at the offer, before turning back to view what he was looking at. He was assuming, key word being assuming, that the boy would cut his losses here. He had already made a pretty bad impression on the keepers of this place, and wasn't really turning out to fix that... Although maybe he had been hoping for too much, since apparently this boy didn't know when to quit. The snark about her not being able to open a door if she was blind had irked him slightly, since it... Well, it just wasn't fair. Some people just had issues like that. Ever since he was taken in by Maarco after his Noble family threw him out he had become a much more... Humble, person.*

"Alright there bruv, that's not-" *He said suddenly, turning around and directing a hand at him. He was planning to address him for what he had said.. But then he just exploded. Something that set off a sort of chain reaction. His first mistake was playing the victim card, and then he so brazenly assumed this woman was simply acting, and THEN he went on to parade his quite obviously garbage product before throwing it at the wall he was standing in front of. Fortunately it missed him and hit a ways to his right.. But he wasn't going to stand for something like this. He might not have been an official knight, or even a Noble anymore, but he still had a moral compass.*

"Alright there man, get outta here." *The armored man spoke with conviction, resting a hand on what looked to be a sort of weapon in his scabbard. The weapon had quite an intimidating, almost machete design to it. It was stout, but much longer than a dagger and certainly heftier as well. He did not pull it from the scabbard but he would threaten if he needed to.* "You don't get outta here, there's gonna be bigger worries for ya."
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin family residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"Just an act? Just an *Act?!*" This boy had no sense whatsoever, how dare he come into her shop, nay, Her *Home*, with such crass and disrespectful behavior?! He comes into her home, acting as if he's been sent from the Black family themselves, disrespecting her and the reputation of the trading company, then has the audacity to throw his 'precious' product against her wall, which, judging by the way it sounded like it shattered, made a mess. It just struck a nerve with her so deep she did something she has never done before in front of strangers, or even those outside her immediate family. Cecelia removed her blindfold. 

She gritted through the sudden attack of swirling lights and blurry colors to show this boy her face. At that time, she was the one who gripped him tightly, pulling him closer so he could get a better look. Her scar cut deep across her face, looking as if it bisected it in two, her eyes were milky white and both were split as well, it was a jarring and grisly sight to behold. 

"Listen well, young man. I was stricken across the eyes in battle defending these lands most likely before you were conceived, you arrogant brat. I have tried to come to terms with my blinding, but if this was what I get for defending this country, then gods be damned it was *Not* Worth it! How dare you act in the way you do? This is one of the most reputable businesses in these lands, and you wish to do business, but even for a mere child, your demeanor is that of brattish insolence! I will have none of it! Get out of my shop!" She pointed in the direction of the open door, obviously making it clear that she was done with this kid.
Frank
Prince Nickles 
The Arwin Family Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore

Prince Nickles dashed to his wheelbarrow and lobbed a jar at the man as he threatened him. "You're going to kill me?! You're going draw a sword on a child?!" He screamed, face red as a fresh summer beet. "Tell me, marm, what will be my bigger worries?! A sword to the gut?" He wheezed, blood beginning to drip down from both of his nostrils. The drops pattered to the floor, further sullying the shop. His palpitations quickened and he felt as though he'd fall into a daze any moment. If he could, he would give everyone in the room a swift kick to the temple.

It was then when the blind/blond shopkeeper lifted the veil from her eyes, revealing marred skin and stricken eyes. 

"You fought in the Fall of Feyshore, did you?" Prince Nickles Ramsalot rasped, his eyelids fluttering. "Did you conspire to kill King Cleburn Ramsalot like the rest of them? The rest of the filthy traitors? What about you, Sir Cornhusk? Did you also play a part in that filthy rebellion?" He snapped in the man's direction. It had all come together, but now it was falling apart. He, unknowingly, had fallen into a den of wolves.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore.*

*This time he actually had to dodge the jar. And that was well and truly the last straw for Faraam.* "Alright ye little brat, I've had just about enough of your disrespectful jammering." *He said suddenly, the hefty armored man grabbing the smaller boy by both of his shoulders. He wasn't planning on hurting him, the whole sword thing was just an attempt to get him to chill the hell out. Evidently that did not work, so he was going to have to throw him right out.* "Not only do you disrespect me, you disrespect a blind woman and tarnish her history? Have ye no shame, boy?" *He shook his head as he said this, pulling him away from the counter and towards the door. Evidently, he wasn't just saying that he had enough of this boy for dramatic effect. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to get thrown out of here.*

"Every warrior deserves respect, that includes those injured in battle. This is a lesson my father taught me, evidently one that yours failed to teach!" *His voice rose, the restraint slipping from him as he got more passionate.* "You come in here, disturb the peace, insult the pair of us and ruin this families shop. You're a disgrace! Now make yeself scarce, boy! You and your wares!" *He proclaimed as he reached the door, bringing the boy around and tossing him out from the store. If he was going to talk all this shit, then he would need to be able to take the hits. He had little intention of helping him out after that appalling display he had made of this store.*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin Residence and trading company**

Cecelia ran a hand along her head. The lights and colors combined with that entire situation were starting to give her one of those dreaded migraines. She reached along until she could find the counter again and leaned herself against it as she put her blindfold back on. "I fought to defend those lands from the rebellion. I fought to protect the King. My only regret is not being able to continue the battle until the fight was over. I do not regret being blinded, even if it were for naught in the end." Her words sounded distant and pained. She sighed and dusted off her plain dress, trying to compose herself. 

"That was... Regrettable. I apologize that your first experience with our company was one of such... Disarray. Please allow me to start over sir. Welcome to the Arwin family trading company. How may we be of service to you today? I swear to you that our establishment does not always offer such a disorderly welcome to our customers." She managed a smile through her anger and headache.
Frank
Prince Nickles Ramsalot
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore 

Nickles screamed in sheer terror as he was lifted and thrown from the shop. He hit the ground hard, with a resounding crack that seemed to echo for a full minute straight. Stunned, Nickles lifted his head and looked upon his legs. They were bent in three different angles and his sternum had caved in. The boy was born with many defects, making him as fragile as a butterfly's wing. A wave of pain washed over him and he opened his mouth to let out a horrendous shriek. 

"Murder! Murderers! Filthy thieves killing me for my wares!" His cries came close to shattering the nearby windows. "MURDERERS! THIEVES!" He attempted to crawl away and achieved no distance. His hip dislocated from the effort and he let out another string of curses.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*

*Faraam had turned away by the time he had thrown the boy out, mainly in an attempt to remove the jars from the premise as well. There was no way in hell that these jars actually contained jam of any sort.. Well, maybe they did. But his perception of the person peddling them game him the impression otherwise. He looked up at the woman who had spoken to him, and was about to reply to her until he noticed the boy shouting things along the lines of 'Murderers' and 'Thieves.' He groaned, and replied to her.* "A moment please." *The Northerner actually sounded rather relaxed in normal conversation.. And then her went to the door.*

"Will ya give it a rest already! You tried to con a blind woman, where is.. Your... Holy shit!" *His voice slowly took on a tone of shock as he looked at the boy's crumpled body. How in the hell had that happened! He didn't even throw him that hard! As a matter of fact, how was he not dead with his chest like that? The legs only made it worse! He came out the the boy and took a knee beside him.* "Gods.. How? Is there a healer anywhere?!" *He asked aloud, distress in his voice. He just wanted to get the boy out of there because he was being rude and tried to con the shopkeeper, he didn't deserve to die for that! Although he should be dead right now with his injuries anyway!*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin family residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"What's all this, then?" The locals were starting to gather around the scene of the boy screaming about murder and thieves. "Who's murd'rin who?" The villager looked up at where he was thrown out of and raised an eyebrow. "Th' Arwins? Murd'rin an' thievin'? Oh come off it! Look kid, the Arwins be some of the most repu'able people around. If they be throwin' you out of their store, there be good reason. The Arwins murd'rin. That be a new one for this old timer." 

Cecelia heard the ruckus and slowly made her way to the door. She tripped on the wheelbarrow left in the doorway but managed to keep her balance. She felt along the door until she could find the doorframe, holding onto it. 

"I do pray you did not hurt the boy too badly." She genuinely hoped, as rude as the boy was, that he was at least alright. "Please tell me, is he alright?"
Frank
Prince Nickles Ramsalot
The Arwin Family Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore

"Lift me, I need my jams. The jams... *The jams will heal me*," He rasped, coughing up a chunk of bloody sputum. He inhaled with a strange, rattling wheeze. "Fill a tub with my wares and place my body inside. Yes— yes you must do this. Do this or I shall perish; broken and beaten on the street like a common mutt, a common whore."

The crowd that had formed looked quizzically up at Cecelia and Faraam. Nickles pressed a clammy hand to his forehead and looked to the heavens. "Father, did I do well? Was I a good boy, father?" He slurred. Blood started to cake the corners of his lips. He shut his eyes and suffered in pleasure. "Yes. Yes, of course I was good." 

He opened his left eye and peeped at the pair who had destroyed his bones. All his hard work to form a riveting skeleton had been ruined due to the dirty man's temper. Yes, Nickles thought, that was the appropriate phrasing. 

"All my hard work to form a riveting skeleton has been ruined due to your temper, you dirty man," He said.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*

*The more Faraam looked at this, the more something clicked in his head that this was.. Wrong. No man, let alone a boy of this size, should be alive with a torso injury like that. Let alone talking. He glanced back to the blind woman, and shook his head.* "It's like nothing I've ever seen... I tossed the boy out after he brought fury to your store, and he simply crumpled. He be like a frail butterfly.." *He spoke in explanation, before standing up.*

"Nay, boy. Ye need a doctor, or surgeon of some condition... It's a miracle ye are even still alive. Placing you in the jam would just be... Disrespectful, to ye." *He said, clearly convinced this boy had been going delusional after his injuries. The way he was speaking to a father figure that was not there was evidence enough for him in that aspect.* "And what do you mean, form a riveting skeleton?..." *He asked with a raiseed brow underneath his helmet.*

*He would not lie, he was irked that the boy was placing blame on him even though this boy had utterly and completely been the cause of what had happened. He entered the store and insulted and forced his wares on a woman, a blind woman no less. That was something that just.. Spat in the face of every ounce of ettiquete he had been taught since he was born, and he wouldn't stand for it. But that last thing he had said... Forming a skeleton. For some reason that had worried him more than the rest of his delusional ramblings, it sounded to Faraam like he honestly meant it.*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin Residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia felt around the side of the doorframe for the staff which was bestowed upon her all those years ago. She couldn't stand the thought of someone being injured or even dying on her doorstep because someone threw them out. Personally, she would have preferred if the boy would have left upon his own regard instead of being tossed out the door. Despite the kid's brash and arrogant behavior, she still cared for his well being. Finding the staff, she made her way out of the door, heading towards the commotion. The crowd parted for her so that she would not run into anyone as she made her way to the boy.

"Goodness. By all means, someone find a physician. Nobody should have to be injured due to the actions of I or the customers in my shop, despite how they may act. Especially a child" 

Certainly this child was troubled, and Cecelia knew what it was like to be in pain, so she held sympathy for the boy, despite having every reason not to.
Frank
Prince Nickles
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore

Prince Nickles hissed and attempted to claw at the man and woman. "I will attack any physician you bring near me. I simply will *Not* Allow one to inspect me!" He snapped. "I *Know* My body. I know how to mend it. Fill a tub with my *Jam wares* And then *Place me into the tub*, where I will *Incubate* And allow my body to *MEND THE WAY IT IS MEANT TO*," He said. "Please respect my wishes and *Trust my medical judgement*." He let his arms fall limply to the ground and stared back up at the sky. 

"If you will not help me, I will find someone who will. Someone with an ounce of humanity. Someone who does not LOB LITTLE CHILDREN ONTO THE COBBLES AND DISREGARD HIS WARES!" He shouted, spraying the front of his shirt with blood. He coughed violently and spat out a bone fragment onto the toe of the man's shoe.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*

"Kid's a maniac.." *He said quietly under his breath and helmet, which was quite inaudible under the incessant screaming of the boy. He turns back, and looks toward him.* "Even now, you're trying to hurt us?! After everything you- Okay." *He calmed himself down. He had to remind himself that this boy was going to die. Well, he figured that he was going to die. With how he was acting this very well could be some trick to screw around with him, because NO BOY that had sustained THESE INJURIES should be doing anything close to talking right now. That and his relentless insistence that he help them despite everything he was saying and doing made his supply of good will drain very fast.*

"Listen. I know the Human body just as well as anyone else, boy. And I know for a fact that putting ye in some grape jelly will not do anything. If anything the stuff will get inside you and make things more painful. It's either you get a Physician... Or the alternative." *He said with a tone more serious than before. This boy was starting to tweak him out. Well, scratch that, he had been doing so this entire time. But now he was doing stuff borderline unnatural. If things got to a point... He may need to put him down. He took a few steps back to ensure he wouldn't get attacked again.*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"Please, you must listen to reason. We only want to help you, and grape jelly is not what you need. Child, please try to understand. You need a doctor." Despite the boy's rancor, Cecelia tried to remain calm and comforting. He was clearly hysterical, and if seriousness and hostility were not reaching him, maybe a more tender approach was the way to make him see reason. 

She knelt down and extended her hand to the boy, a soft smile on her face as she did so. "Please allow us to help you." She truly felt sorry for the boy laying on the ground, and had hoped the encounter would not have to escalate. It had been a long time since her warring days, and she did not want anyone else to die on her account, even if it wasn't her fault
Frank
Prince Nickles 
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore

"You hurt me first!" The young, ex-communicated prince roared at the man. "I know *My* Body. It's mine and I want jam. I want a jam bath! Give me a jam bath! I need a jam bath to become stronger! I will attack the doctors and I will attack them mercilessly!" He was becoming irate at their persistent resistance. The two were lazy oafs, he decided. 

He rolled with great effort onto his stomach, groaning in pain. "Grape *Jam* Is exactly what I need, my milky eyed maiden. Please, escort me to your tub and pour my wares upon my body. It's not as though you would *See* Anything. Is it really any harm to you? You two have delayed my healing process greatly by standing around here, blinking like imbeciles. I have two minutes left to live, *At most* Because of you. Come now, we must hurry. We haven't the time for you to bumble any longer about finding a... What did you call it? A dor... A draw... A dractor? No. I will not wait for your little hack to show up and charge me for a prolonged death," He said, dragging himself toward her. His legs dragged limply behind him. He batted at her feet and tried to climb up her legs. 

"Carry me, now," He said. Perhaps the man would have been more fit to carry him to the tub, but he was a proven brute and Nickles did not trust him to handle his delicate frame with the care it deserved.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*

"By the moon kid, ye keep talking about your body like it ain't human!" *He spoke with exasperation, walking around him as he shook his head. He was starting to believe what he had just said as well. He watched as the boy crawled over towards the blind woman, and started battering her legs... He was speechless. How was he able to tell so confidently when he was about to die, as well? Things just kept getting harder and harder to comprehend, and he decided to walk over to the woman to speak with her for a moment.*

"Listen... I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused but this boy does *Not need* That jam right now... Putting him in that stuff wont do anything but make him worse off than he already is." *He spoke with a crossing of his arms, looking back down at the boy who was still assaulting her legs.. It was pathetic, really. He did not know what to make of this in any sense, it was obvious he didn't care about the pain that most certainly should have been going through his body right now. That as well as the fact that he was so vehemently denying help from a Doctor and that he was so confidently able to say how much time he had left.* 

"The things he's saying don't give me much confidence either, but... That could just be me being paranoid. I don't want this for the boy but if he doesn't get a real doctor than he is beyond any help, he may be beyond help even now but at least if a man of medicine gets here then he has a *Chance.*"
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin Residence and trading company**

She took a step backwards, trying to get away from his grasp. His holding on tripped her backwards and she hit the ground, landing on her back. She had to take a few seconds to recollect herself after this, trying to get the wind back in her lungs. 

"Please release your hold on me! Let go! I'll do no such thing for you!" Her voice had gone from one of solace to one of desperation as she tried to remove herself from his grasp, crawling backwards. She wanted nothing to do with him, not after everything that had transpired. She had tried to extend niceties and an olive branch to him and he rejected it royaly. 

"I had hoped that you might have listened to reason, child. I wish that you would just accept real help rather than these disillusions, but you have spat at every attempt at kindness so far. Please let go."
Frank
Prince Nickles
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company

The situation was becoming dire. Nickles could feel his body begin to shut down. These country bumpkins were simply trying to let his time run out so that they could pillage his wares and sell them in their shop at a high price. They corroborated with each other, corrupted each other. The blind and the brute wanted nothing more than spit on his broken corpse and have his jam all for themselves. They would be rich and he would be rotting on the cobbles, as he assumed that they would leave him there to bake in the sun. It was an unfitting end for a prince whose life was filled with glitz and glamor. 

With a great sigh of exasperation, Nickles let go of the woman's leg. 

"Do I not look human to you? Am I not bleeding from every orifice, as a battered human child would?" Nickles said. "As you two have decided to let me suffer a most terrible and brutal death, I have come up with a compromise that will benefit all of us. Simply place me in my wheelbarrow, atop my wares, and roll me down the hill. I would very much like to breathe my last breaths among my beautiful jams." 

He blinked impatiently at the man and woman, awaiting their response.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company*

*A last wish, huh... He would feel obligated to do that for him, if not for two things. The first was more or less his own personal superstition, but he felt like letting him roll down a hill with those jars would simply shatter them upon impact. He was so incredibly intent on 'healing' with these jars that he would go to such an extreme? It only brooded his skepticism more. The second, and the larger reason and overall more immediate problem... They were in the middle of one of the more populated areas of an already relatively flat city. There were mountains around sure, but a hill they could reasonably climb? He was not so sure about that.*

"I... Do not believe there are any such hills around here. Although forgive me if I am impotent, I am a foreigner. But in my time spent here, I have not seen much in the way of hills.. Those mountains do exist, but they are a distance away." *He spoke with a sigh, putting a hand to his helmet. He was getting torn up inside about this boy trying to demonize them. Yes, he could have been a bit more gentle in removing him from the shop, but any normal boy would have been just fine after falling like that. Added onto the fact he was being a brat without any care for those around him, that he had attempted to attack him with the jars and due to him not knowing the slightest thing about this 'Boy.' He was starting to believe that whatever this boy wanted to do with those Jars would be nothing but terrible, terrible news. He just hoped that the blind woman saw that... Wow, he certainly was glad he didn't say* ***That.***
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia really didn't want the boy to die, she never would wish death on anyone. "You are human, just as much as anyone else. Please, I will not help you with that. You're not going to die, okay?" She slowly lifted herself up off the ground, patting herself off. "We're going to get the help you need. My family happens to be in contact with the nobility. We can get you the best physicians in the land, you could even live in comfort." She wanted to help this boy, and sure, she could have been able to get in contact with the Blacks, or even North Feyshore's leading knight. Selling higher quality goods certainly did have its perks. The question was, would the boy even be willing to let her help him? 

He had rejected every other attempt at assistance, would he reject an offer to live in comfort and luxury? She would have had to pull some serious strings and favors to let this boy have access to some of the finest doctors and temporary housing in North Feyshore. She would be willing to do so to prove her good faith to the boy. Despite everything that had happened and what had been said to her, she was very willing to go all out to help this boy.