Heather
Marsila Vema 
The Marvelous Malefactor
Vallen, Taemar

She listened carefully as he educated her on the specific beast she was to find, pleased when he provided multiple papers with drawings of owl Griffey's and a map of Terrasol. She wondered why this man was unable to retrieve it but that was soon answered when he finished up on his request. She placed her fingers on each piece of paper before dragging them closer for her to read, noticing this would be a lot more difficult than she had originally planned. Even though Marsila had no idea how she would manage to form a small group in such a small amount of time, she was determined enough to try.

"I do have a few questions but I am willing to wait until after the council to ask. I won't waste any more of your time, for now." She would spend her time remaining in the tavern while she waited for the council to finish, wanting to burn as much information as she could from the paper to her memory. There was no telling whether or not she would lose these pieces of paper during her hunt.

Cecilia Lyanah
Vallen, Taemar

Several daggers of varying sizes were laid out against the blood soaked floor in a crescent line in front of the shifter. She had taken her dress off after arriving from her visit to the islander camp before bathing in a tub to rid herself of filth that covered her entire body. Now, she stood in the middle of the dining room wearing a male's undershirt and braies, uncomfortable with how *Clean* She smelt. The sleeves and collar had been snipped with one of the blades, leaving only a thin bloodstained straps of material over each of her shoulders. Over the clothing she wore, Cecilia had tightened multiple threads of rope around her ribs and thighs to support the blades she would hide against her body. After wrapping her arms in torn woollen fabric while making sure the thick strands covered as much skin as possible, the shifter lowered to one knee and began sorting the daggers. 

The daggers with the blades longer than the size of her hand were dismissed and placed in a pile along with the handles that were too bulky for her taste. Once she found three daggers that were to her liking, Cecilia placed one against each thigh before sliding the last blade under the rope below her chest, the handle snug between her breast with the tip facing downwards. She didn't mind the occasional sting as the sharpened edges sliced into the material and then her skin, knowing her wounds would heal instantly. A winter gown was soon after placed above the outfit she wore, the long sleeves successfully hiding the white fabric covering her arms. 

Once Cecilia completed her look, she made sure to comb the knots from her hair as it looked like a bird had attempted to use the strands for a nest. Knowing her jagged cut locks that fell below her shoulders would prevent her from looking her best, the shifter twisted her hair before wrapping it in a bun while pinning down the loose strands that refused to listen. Now she was ready for the feast.

- - - - - - 

Cecilia managed to fib her way into the dining hall, claiming to be a representative for the De lancret house. She was amazed at how simple the staff made her entrance and was relieved at how crowded the hall seemed to be as it was not only nobles but guests that attended. As long as she made no attraction towards herself, not a single person would hopefully notice how out of place she truly was. 

"I blame the Grunewalds." She whispered silently to herself while taking a wine glass from one of the servers passing with a circular tray. Bringing it to her lips, her nose scrunched towards the bitter smell and took a small sip. The smell matched the pungent flavour as she attempted to wash it down with her saliva. Even though she didn't agree with the taste, Cecilia kept the wine with her and occasionally sipped while studying the crowd, noticing a couple familiar faces and many new. One person definitely stood out as they roamed the dining hall, the pink dress and hat difficult to ignore. Shaking her head softly at the atrocity, her gaze shifted between each person that stood near the pink fairy until they landed on the one person she didn't want to murder in cold blood. Not that she hadn't before. 

*Time hasn't aged you well.* 

It was a lie ofcourse.
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
The Marvelous Malefactor
Vallen, Taemar

"Ha. It's much appreciated." He replies, taking his bag under his arm as he prepares to make his leave. "Oh, how could I. The Name's Danico, by the way." The mask is sidled back onto his muzzle, once again covering his nose and mouth, reaching into the pouch on his side to pull out a long, thin bundle of dried weeds. With a quick click of his fingers, a small spark ignites at the end of his index finger, pressing it against the end of the bundle to ignite the end. After waving his gloved hand to prevent said glove from catching fire, the bundle is pushed through the side of his mask, igniting the contents within once again before rubbing out the bundle on the ceramic plate still resting on the table. "Oh, I'm going to need the second page back when you're done. That's valuable research." He remarks, placing the softly smoking bundle back in his pouch as he takes his leave.

...

Danico Felrantres
Grunewald Castle
Vallen, Taemar

Danico arrived at the castle in finer clothes than he normally wore from within the bag he carried; he wore a red set of clothes- Long pants with a large black abdomen belt, a white shirt and long red jacket. The jacket had bright yellow floral patterns around the raised collar, shoulders and upper chest portion, with a yellow trim running down the inner seams and button holes. He wielded a simple wooden cane with a carving of a crows beak protruding from the handle of the cane. The handle could be twisted to reveal a small, ten centimeter dagger. Though not his intention, a man occasionally has to defend himself. He had worn this set at times before, though this time there was a new trinket on display; a small necklace with a deep-green gem embedded in its oval plate. A trinket obtained through the time he had spent out of touch with the rest of the world- a tale he'd hope to not have to explain tonight. In fact, this feast was the last place he wished to be, crowds were never his favorite. 

However, after swallowing the bulge building in his throat, Danico approached the guard at the check in point. "Danico Felrantres. Alchemist" Looking incredibly uncomfortable in the clothes he wore, the alchemist adjusted his jacket and tightened up on the cane. "Oh, yes. Good evening Mr Felrantres." The guard waved him through as a dinner staff member comes to guide him in. He walks in, cane in hand, head high and mask ablaze. A special scent leaves the mask this night- A fragrant mix of Cherro Herbs, Bherent Grass and a couple other bits and pieces. This mix creates a scent that's very floral, has a spice that tickles the nose and has a soothing aroma. An unusual mix kept for special occasions.

Waved in by the dinner staff, Danico nods to the girl as thanks before entering. Not making any sort of scene and trying to keep to himself as much as possible, the alchemist jumps straight to surveying all the guests currently in attendance. Noblemen and women, royals, wealthy, the usual. There was a notable little girl in a fairytale outfit- a sight that made Danico sigh with relief over not standing out the most that night, though that sigh was short lived as a familiar face made Danico's heart jump out of his throat.. 

...*"Cecilia..."*
John
**King Dennon Bigsby
Dining Hall of Grunewald Castle in Vallen, Taemar**

Dennon stood a few feet away from the people with whom he had arrived, stewing over having been forced to tip an unfunny servant. However, the man did seem to be earning it. Greeting the guests seemed to be only one of his many duties. Between arrivals, he also ran to other stations to serve drinks, clean messes, and do nearly every other task one would normally hire a team of event staff for. From a distance, he thought he heard someone call him 'Kenneth' or something along that line.

The king eventually became aware that he was being watched by a someone that appeared a bit too tall to be a fairy, despite the spot-on aesthetic. "Can I help you?" Dennon asked of the rapidly blinking child, wondering if it was dry eyes or if it was a matter of being touched by "Royal blood." If the latter, he'd be able to cross off inbreeding from his Council of Marin BINGO Card ™.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
The Castle Gates

"Oi. Council members and attendees only." 

Arin could see his chances fading quickly. He frowned and looked at the guard whose attention to detail might have fucked him harder than the one time he visited a brothel in Araedia. "I'm invited. I put my invitation in my pocket. Hold on." He said, fumbling through his bag and pockets. A sudden realization hit him like a sack of potatoes, and he turned on one heel and stumbled before dashing through the crowd. 

"Oops." 

"Fuck. I'm so sorry."

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT." He said, tripping as a little kid laughed and moved his leg. Arin would have given the little shit a taste of his own medicine had he had more time. He began running again, the sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the vacant streets. He made his way through the winding streets, almost stepping in horse shit, pig shit, human shit... Human shit? 

"What the fuck?" He said, running past it and sliding to a stop on a slick stone outside the tavern. He made his way inside and ran to his room, grabbing the slip of paper lying on the table. He made his way back outside and began running again, making his way towards the castle. 

A line of people had began to form, and Arin squeezed his way through, fighting his way back to the guard standing at the gate. 

"What now? I've already sent you away once." The man said, before Arin pulled out the beautiful letter. 

"Shit, I'm sorry... Mister... Arin Cragton? Who the fuck are you? But you may enter." The guard said, allowing Arin to enter and approach the castle. Arin adjusted the expensive jacket and walked forward, settling his breath and acting as if he were one of these people that were around him. He noticed the boy whose face had plagued his dreams and frowned before walking into the hall and trying to immerse himself with the crowd.