Angel
Lady Anna Barrmount
Outlying village

Anna gasped as she looked back at the face of the man.

"R-really? Can I keep it?" Her eyes went back to the figure as she carefully took it and put it in her coat "Thank you... I promise I will treasure it, mister Everard" She stood in her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

Anna went back to her horse and mounted. She waved at her new friend.

"I live not far from here, see you soon mister Everard" She said as goodbye before going away in her horse. She had to be quick, it was too late for her to be out in the dark.

Lady Anna Barrmount
Barrmount manor

Anna reached her home and left the horse in the stables, attended by one of the men who works with the horses.
She ran inside, trying to be on time for dinner.

When everyone left to go to sleep, she sneaked in the kitchens to check on James. She had to attend to some unexpected things today and couldn't see him.

"James? Are you here?" She asked as she entered, being greeted by some of the staff that was still around.
Hassan
It seems James was not around, no cloak or green eyes anywhere.

The teen thief must have left the uncooked bread noble.

He really had no choice, as much as he would've liked to develop something with the beauty, he did not know if she was going to trade him in.
Angel
Lady Anna Barrmount
Barrmount manor

The young woman searched around, asking for the boy. 

+ "I'm sorry, Lady Anna, but he left. Said he was going to the bathroom and never came back..."

"Oh..."

She felt her heart sink with worry. What if some animal ate him? What if someone throw him in jail? What if someone killed him or mutilated him for stealing? The poor kid was too young, and on top of that, alone.

She sighed as she went to her room.

She changed into comfortable clothes to sleep in. Then, she took the small wood carving and put it next to her bed, on the small drawer. 

Shortly later, she feel into a deep sleep.
Tammy
Arch Seneschal Reginald Cyroven
Brass Fighting Pits, The Horn Hills

The envoy climbed the steps leading up to the rather shoddy oaken gallery that overlooked the pits, splinters and dry blood at nearly every pace. 

He was accompanied by two Vivayn Knights, with the Snow Crow encrusted at their breastplate. Every rowdy member of the audience moved aside at the sight of them, as they seemed to attract quite a lot of attention even amongst the barbaric combat ensuing below them. The Arch Seneschal had a knack for silencing people, just at the mere gaze of him. He was ungodsly pale, not particularly rare for a Witherlander, but it highlighted the dark rings that always circled his eyes, making him appear almost otherworldly, like tribes in the Black Arches parents would tell stories about to frighten their children. Reginald was a tall man, eclipsing even the brawny Knights that accompanied him, making him even more eye-catching. 

He wore refined robes of wool and silk, dark cream and grey, with obscure patterns tracing all up the arms. Dangling at his neck was his chain of his office, a metallic eye with two coils wrapped around it. The Vivayn's words were "Our eyes are always open" And Reginald was the ever watchful and judging glare of House Vivayn, dispassionate and prudent. He also donned various rings on his fingers of silver, gold and other metals that looked alien to the untrained eye. They had scales, and gems of multi colours. He was the most distinguished figure amongst the hoarse debauchery. 

"Lord David Brass," He called out, with one hand regally placed behind his back, the other held out in a manner of greeting. Brass' guardsmen, probably drunk, jumped at his words which also led to the Vivayn Knights to step forward. The Arch Seneschal, unfazed by the commotion, simply tilted his head, "I am here on behalf of His Imperial Greatness Nathaniel Vivayn. He sends his regards. May I?" He asked, signalling to the chair beside the upstart bastard.
Diana
**Joseph Everard**
**Outlying Village**

"Of course you can. I have many more... More than I know what to do with..." He have a slight smile. "I'm glad you like it." 

He leaned back on the broom as he watched her leave, waving back. "Of course. I hope to see you once more." He said evenly before his face again became impassive stone and he continued his work. But any nearby may notice the strong lumberjack smile to himself, a hint of color upon his cheeks for the first time this cold night.