Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Scweingott Moore.

He woke up in the depts of some mucky catacombs, staring at a leaking ceiling. His body laid over the flat surface of a crypt tomb

The place was full of malnourished frog-like people with greyish skin. Healing balms and totems swung around their necks and wrists.

"What is this place?" He asked.
One of the healers replied.
"One of our sacred places: the Hog's dwelling."
"How long have I been here?"
"Hours, maybe more since the knight brought you".

A knight? Memories flashed. Not his, buy the cat's. They were probably in Scweingott Moore.
Kiervan stood up. The floor was wet. This catacomb had to be the dirtiest healing place ever. Sill, somehow these mud-smeraed shamans had managed to save him, in spite of their medical knowledge.

"Where are my things?"
"By the door."
"What do I owe you?"
"Nothing," Said the healer. "This is the Hog's will."

Pyotr was by the door guarding his things. He looked exhsusted. The entire time his master was asleep, he was forced to defend his belongings from the opportunistic Melsi, who had tried to snatch Kiervan's purse amd tunic. His exhaustion was even affecting Kiervan trough the neural bonds.

+ good boy, pyotr, rest +

He fell asleep as soon as he heard the neural command. Releasing the pressure from Kiervan's mind. The young scholar placed the cat in his purse, and with a final thanks to the chief healer, he stepped outside.

But there was no outside.

Scweingott Moore was a sinking city: much of it were flooded stone corridors, and the rest were ruins. Kiervan could see the upper city on the outside from the sylights of the sewers: a city of crumbling edificed, covered in wooden shantries that grew over the stone ruins like a massive fungal sprawl.

It was a busy city. Even the sewers were filled with mendiants and passerbys, merchants setting up shop, and the deafening noise of the city buisness.

But what caught Kiervan's attention was the chicanery: the triksters and the sleight of hand.

Every street had a pellar, a palm reader, an old woman with a crystal ball. Every corner some dung burner attempted to sell him magical amulets made from hog teeth or dried weeds.

He paused in the midst of the chaos, right under an iron grid. Just as many people walked above as they did the tunnels, if not more.

He was standing among the dregs of humanity. Not among the clean Azaryan academics in their ivory towers, but amidst the common man. The unwashed hordes.

This was what mankind had been reduced to.

He had to step away from the grid, because someone decided to piss trough it from the street above.
That brought him back to his senses. He had a job to do, and he needed to establish priorities.

Priority number one? Find the knight.
Taking a detour from the main sewer line, Kiervan Czerich climbed the stairs and stepped under the blinding light of the sun.
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore

As the moon dies, following the path of flickering lights... In the light of the situation at the moment as morning came, Sir Bryan stood around his horse, guarding it while he watches the orange sphere from the distance rises.

He was still fully in his chain mail attire since he had to give some space for the unconscious man since yesterday evening after discarded his armor plated away and placed it into his horse satchel.

As he waits, he took out a piece of apple from the satchel since he felt a bit hungry. As he took it out, he was delighted to see a fresh apple in his hands. Before he could take a bit of it, he caught the glimpse of someone else who was watching him. It was a child, probably not more than 9 years old or so.

Looking back at the apple, Bryan sighs for a moment as he then turned and looked at the kid as he gave him a smile and tells him to come over. " Here, " He said and grinned as he brought himself to his knees and pats the kid shoulders.

The kid smiled and quickly took a bite of the apple as if he had never ate before. He left shortly afterwards.

*Poor kids...* The Knight thought. Scweingnott Moore was a huge city. If not, one of the largest cities in the middlelands. The place was filled with refugee everywhere so life wasn't that great at here.

*If only... Something could be done about it..* Bryan didn't like this kind of stuff. He wanted a place where everyone was equal and treated fairly. Of course, that dream is too big for him to happen.

*Well, atleast. I still can dream about it.* He smiled upon thinking of that as he heads for his horse and takes out another apple from the beg. As he took it out and take a bite of it, he turned and see the mystery man appeared from the stairs of the sacred place.

"Ah, you're alive." He smiled, saying sarcasticly.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore

"By the grace of the Hog, it seems. I heard from my cat that you saved my life," He replied jokingly.

"I also don't know how to repay you. All I have are the belongings in this purse, and none of them are worth much. The rest of it was with my mule, lost who knows where in the middle of the Taemish swamp."
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore

" Haha, no worries about it."He let out a small laugh for a moment as he approaches the man at ease while he took a bite of his apple as he stops in front of him. " You don't need to repay me, my friend. Your life is worth than the stuff you has now. So, be grateful of it. " He said and smiled. He offer his right arm to him as a means to shake the man's hand.

" The name's Sir Bryan Verandus. You may refer to me as Sir Bryan." He said, introducing himself to the young mysterious lad. " Of course, you can't go without the formalities and just call me Bryan. I'm good with it either anyways." He pointed out and chuckles about it.

"**You?**" He asked, looking at the young man while he kept on smiling.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czeric, Schweingott Moore

"My name is Kiervan Czerich. I am once again, in your debt."

"Do you happen to know anyone in this city? I'm searching for my lost compainions. Perhaps they have arrived in the city, and the local garrison saw them cross the gates."
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore

" Kiervan Czerich... Huh. " He muttered about it. *Never heard of that name before? Son of a merchant?* He thought about this man. He does has the looks of a merchant judging from his appearance. Nevertheless, Bryan shake his hands and smiled once more. " Nice to meet you, Kiervan. " He said, cheerfully.

Kiervan mentioned about companions he had before their encounter happen. " I do know one of the city guards at the gates of this capital. " He responded, rubbing his chins about it after finishing off what is left of his apple. " And companions? " He asked, curious about it. *Perhaps, he was not alone before we met.* That's what he think of.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore

They walked trough the pauper crowds of the city towards the city gates. It wasn't an easy task, the city was overcrowded, and the terrain was irregular. 

At times, they would have to march knee deep into the water trough some ancient canal flooded by water and piligrims of the Hog god alike. In other instances, they had to tread carefully over the gantries that linked the buildings of the city, lest they fall into mud pits or the streets below.
In one such occasion, there was a toll bridge made of nailed planks that crossed over the inundated remains of a plaza. Children swimmed over the green waters, playing and stealing from the floating shops that unususpecting mechants had set up on makeshift canoes.

"Await yer' tuuurn!" An old woman said to Czerich when he tried to force his way into the narrow bridge, only to then she push the person standing before her. The man plummeted face first into the floating market, then resurfaced and continued on his merry way as if nothing had happened. Two or three more people lost balance on the bridge itslef, falling into the grand pool below.

"Is this normal in here?" Asked Czerich, but nobody answered. Sir Bryan looked as confused as he was.

Eventually, they managed to leave the toll bridge behind, and the rest of the trip to the garrison proceeded without much incident.
Kiervan decided it would be best to leave the talking to the knight, he would have an easier time getting along with the soldiers of the Schweingott garrisson. Warriors can at times be dismissive of scholars.
Tommie
Following just right behind Kiervan as the two make their way across the streets, the knight guarded the young lad in front while he grabbed the reins of his horse with his free hand since he was concerned that it would get snatched away by the peoples that lived by here, especially when the streets is full of refugees, vagabonds, and such.

" I think so. " That's was the sir response to the young man after what they just witness. Though, he didn't felt like as if it was a surprise to him. Since he had visited this place in the past once, and he knew just a little of the culture around the city. But still, the refugees seems to just don't care about it as if its was usual to them as always. He found that very curious and confused sometimes. 

Regardless, the two make their way safely across the bridge without any danger and harm to them at all. Bryan led the way towards the garrisons where much of the city guards was stationed at there.

" Radim, " The Knight spoke, after he caught a glimpse of one of the familiar guard he had known of at here nearby as he approaches him. " I think you remember me ehy? " He asked, and brought a up small smile on his face.
Elizabeth
Lei Linas 
Schweingott Moore

Passing through the marshes of Taemar, the pair had finally managed to find the city. Lei had hoped to find a decent road for the carriage to tread through but this was not the case. The course terrain was almost worse than that of the swamps that the large city of sewers and canals dwelled in. Eventually Lei decided it would have been safer to take his horses and Czerich's mule through the city. He made sure to secure the treasures to the steeds and leave the cart locked to sop any those with ill intent from robbing the vehicle.

Lei was doing his best to remain hopeful amongst the pitiful human beings who had to live in such terrible circumstances. This place was far from the clean streets he grew up in and he couldn't help but feel the need to help these people.

"Come on Czerich.. Where are you.." The young man sighed softly as he walked along with his two horses and the Mule. He had suggested that Giallo ride on the backs of one of the tall steeds so he could avoid walking in the turbid waters that flooded the city streets. Despite Lei's mud soaked appearance he still looked foreign to this land, making him a target for those with ill intent. Lei just gave them a sorry smile as he passed through, only seeing to find his lost ally.
Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Schweingott Moore

Rather than split up Giallo followed close behind Lei, watching for thugs and pickpockets.
Elizabeth
Lei adjusted the orange scarf over his face as he looked arounf quietly, hoping to find ant clues about his ally's whereabouts. This is when he spotted a cluster of guards and a pair of two men in the distance. Once looked like he was covered in chainmail armor. 

"We could ask those guards where the clinic is. Maybe Czerich is there." Lei smill\ed over at Giallo hopefully. 

The pair headed over to the guards and the closer they walked the more the other man standing beside the knight looked familiar. They were about 5 feet behind the both of them when Lei asked unsurely. 

"Czerich? Is that you?" He asked with hope in his voice. The muddied clothing he had on matched his missing party member so he was almost 100% sure it was him.