Jeremy
Fts. Ghengin Veraggian
Outskirts of Whylderholm Proper

Veraggian looked over to a guard beside him with an expression that fed off of agitation. "You know, killing this fuck would be exactly the kind of poetic justice Kharlyle is into you know?" He nudged the man next to him with his elbow to both of their delight. 

"Listen mate, we don't know you, and Master Kharlyle is expecting a lot of mercenaries yeah? The man has a personal army. We don't know if you're jus' ere' to slaughter everyone and then burn the place down yeah?" The other guard spoke.

"Al'woight, Oim' thinkin' best case for you is waitin' until we have a high officer to verify ya', worst case is ya keep on talkin to us and our crossbowmen up in that parapet shoot you fockin' dead" Veraggian looks back at him flatly.
Frankie
Lord Albert Rhoderick
Outskirts of Whylderholm Proper 

Albert's eyes flicked to his captor for a moment, then back to the mansion before him, taking in every inch of it. Could something like this one day be his? What a question! Now that he had seen it, he knew that he could have all of this and more one day. He would have it or he would die trying! 

As he pondered this, however, a thought struck him. Perhaps giving up his lands and signing them over really was the best option. It would cost him a great deal, of course, but it was an investment in the future. It would garner him an alliance that would likely catapult him to the throne or, if nothing else, he would learn how to be as cunning and borderline crazy as the man he rode beside. With those skills in hand, he had no doubt that he could reach everything he wanted. How could he not? He'd either be able to reach it on his own, or he'd be able to scratch and claw, trampling whomever he needed to trample in his quest for more power and wealth. The very thought-the very image of where this might lead-practically left him salivating. 

He nodded after a few moments, then glanced at Kharlyle as he said, "We can have so much more." He had little doubt the man would stab him in the back-after all, he had stabbed him in the face!- if it ever benefited him, but for this moment, he sensed that he needed Kharlyle. He had so much to learn, and his training had begun there on the abandoned bridge. He paused for a moment, then managed a slight smile as he said, "So tell me, where do I sign for this alliance to begin?"
Bobby
Micael Everadin 
Outskirts of Whylderholm Proper

He nods and sighs, leaning back against the his horse, watching Veraggian nudge the man next to him "Poetic justice?" He chuckled and tilts his head back* "You are funny"

He nodded "Very well... I just wished to know why ive been here for almost a week now and not heard anything" He tilts his head to the right before he straightens back up shaking his head "You reckon i would slaughter and kill everyone? Really?" 

"A high officer?" He sighs and crosses his arms, looking up at the Parapet "How many men armed with a crossbow?" He looks back at Veaggian "I know it'll take alot more then one"
Jeremy
Kharlyle Whylder

Whylderholm Proper

"Well haven't you perked up a little?" Kharlyle hoisted he reigns of his horse in a jovial tone approaching the twin estates. "One moment, yaw' swearin' at me and such, cursing my existence, but as soon as you see ol' Kharlyle's fockin' mansion to the skoi', you just put the past behind ya self yeah?" Kharlyle laughed at himself. "And about the signing of papers and such? Well it's only fair you give a signature to me, I gave you one for free and you didn't even need to ask"