Carol
Levi Cortez
Northwind 

Levi's eyes began drifting over the men in front of him. A few met his gaze, others looked at the woman beside him. His leg began to throb as he met their eyes, recognizing a few of them as the men who watched as he was beaten by Tharn. 

"Welcome. Why are they chained? Take them off. Make yourselves comfortable." Levi said, before reaching for the keys. 

As he reached down to unlock the man's chains in front of him, the man acted as if he was teaching to kick Levi. Levi jumped and grabbed the chain around his neck and yanked it downwards, smiling as he did. He lowered down and whispered into the man's ear. 

"I know you. I could end your pitiful excuse for a life right now, but I chose to spare you. Don't make me regret that decision." He said, before letting go and facing the rest of the men. 

"Now, before anyone else gets any brilliant ideas, I am in full control of you all. I could have you killed right now, with no hesitation. Everyone in this camp hates you. You killed many of their brothers. They told me I should have left you under the care of John, let you work in his field like slaves, but to me you are worth far more than that. However, that can change in a brief moment. Don't make that change. I am the thin line between life and death for you." Levi said, before reaching down and unlocking the man's chains. 

"Do we have an understanding?" Levi asked, before offering his hand out. 

The man looked at Levi's hand, before snorting. "For now." He said, taking it. 

"Good. Now unlock your fellow men. We have work to do." Levi said, handing him the keys and walking back to Loralie. 

"Frederick, show them to their tents. We must leave for Iron Gate tomorrow and I need this place packed up and ready to move by dawn." He said loudly.
Ronald
**The Keep Sempiternal**

Nightmares came for Lei that night. Noxious, asphixiating, formless. Images of alien memories waxed and waned, distorted into fading thoughts by the virulent force of the dark coil that carried Linas across space and time. And yet, a scant few among them retained a sense of identity.

The terrified eyes of a silver-faced demon, and the melancholy of the young woman about to deliver the killing blow.
The hopelesness of a girl betrayed by her sister, and the fear she experienced as she plunged into nightmare below.
The primal rush of adrenaline of a wounded hunter, and the eerie laughter of his eldritch prey.
The innocent concern of a young boy as he first witnessed his new mother shed tears of blood.

They folded and unfolded, pushing the coil to the breaking point, until it could no longer bear the tension and snapped. Free from it's oneiric grasp, Linas was now awake.

There was knocking at the door. It was the seneschal. Last night, he had promised to inform Lei of his patrons new requests.

"Meister Linas," He called. "It's Renart, the seneschal. Are you there?"
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal

"AH?!" Lei woke up grasping at the bed sheets and looking around in alarm. Gold flames briefly roared over his shoulders as he scrambled to sit up. It took him a moment to recollect himself as he quickly sat up to try and gauge his surroundings. For a moment, he could not remember where he was, that was until he realized he had set the finely woven blanket ablaze. " Oh no!" He quickly began beating at the sheets in a panic, "No no no no no no!", he whispered out while looking around to try and find a believable explanation for this mess. That's when he found the candle by his bedside.

Lei then looked towards the familiar voice of the seneschal outside the door. 

The door to his room soon opened and Lei stood there with a new uncharred shirt on to avoid any more suspicion. He had taken time to hide his shirt deep inside his satchel to avoid anyone finding it so easily. Looking a little pale, the inventor smiled nervously. "U-um... Yes? Sorry I uh.." He looked towards the bed which had the burnt blanket and a still smoking candle sitting on the night stand. 

He rubbed the back of his head and looked back at him with a small timid smile. "I had a small accident, I'm sorry."
Ronald
**Jeaques Renart l' Hivert | The Keep Sempiternal**

"I can see that, meister Linas," Answered the seneschal with his monotonously polite voice. "I beg you to fogive me for interrupting your... Nevermind."

The seneschal clapped his hands twice, prompting a maid to enter Lei's room and assess the situation. Once she saw the damage, she went to search for a replacement somewhere else in the castle. The seneschal resumed his speech.

"The young lady has invited you to join her for breakfast. She wants to introduce you to the team you'll be working with."
Jarod
Lei Linas | The Keep Sempiternal

Lei nodded at his words, briefly glancing at the maid and giving her a shy apologetic smile. 

Hearing that the lady de Lysse wanted to meet him again Lei couldn't help but recall their last encounter. He already could feel the heat rising to his cheeks just at the thought of it. "Thank you, I will gladly attend." 
He was very hesitant to do so in worry that something equally awkward and shocking may happen to him there but what was the worst that could happen? This was just an ordinary breakfast, right?
Ronald
**Jeanne de Lysse | The Keep Sempiternal**

Jeanne awaited him in a luxurious but small dining hall. A single rectangular table sat in the middle of the room, and at it's end sat Jeanne herself. She wasn't alone. To the left side, three other people were waiting for Linas as well: a auburn haired young man not much older than linas, a short haired girl that looked like his sister, maybe even his twin, and an old man whose humourless demeanor gave him the appearence of a gruffy one-eyed bear.

They all wore the worn clothes of craftsmen, woodsmen or blacksmiths maybe. Not Jeanne. For the first time since Linas had met her, she looked the part of a proper lady, with a regal dress of emerald velvet that matched her confident demeanor. Only the young lady's short hair spoke of Jeanne's hidden, more rowdy nature.

"Welcome, meister Linas," She said as soon as Lei stepped into the hall. "Allow me to present you Cardin and Renea Faure, as well as their father: Lucien Verne. They are skilled meisters, like you are, and will be assisting you with your project."
Katherine
Loralie Douze
Northwind

The girl watched as her father calmly threatened the wolfman. The man was quite dirty and very muscular, and he seemed almost animal in a way, though Loralie wasn't very surprised by that. He was easily the most "Savage" Man she had ever seen, and though her hand stayed on her dagger inside of her dress pocket, she watched the wolfman with vetted interest. As her father returned to her side, the wolfman's eyes met hers again. She stared back, unafraid, and saw what seemed to be both bemusement and amusement in his harsh eyes before Fredrick guided him and his men away, turning him away from her and breaking their gaze.

"So that is a wolfman," Loralie said to herself aloud, still watching the strange men being led away. Her hand left her dagger in her pocket. Her father's words finally processed in her head, which was previously distracted by the interesting-looking wildmen. She looked slightly confused as she asked,"We are leaving?"