Richard
Upon first glance, Odilia appeared to be the type to flaunt her wealth. Her puffy gown and assortment of jewels on the neckline exhibit just how well-off she was. Ironically, Odilia disliked wearing such clothing. She preferred more simplistic things and she had also grown to dislike nobles due to injustice and power hungry citizens.

"In my hometown, if you aren't a shapeshifter, you are immediately frowned upon - even by the king. Therefore, I left to try and seek peace, but to also explore a little."

Her smile was soft and airy as her glistening white teeth seemed to catch rays of sunlight. The woman's cheeks were rosey and exhibited a certain kind of innocence; one that seemingly acted as a sort of shield against any protruding evil. Though she wielded a sheathed sword, Odilia had never killed anyone; she simply couldn't. 

"Do you mind if I have a seat with you?"
Patricia
*He was still rather suspicious, but he pointed to a nearby log as he sat down. The tales of discrimination against non shapeshifters seemed to match up against reports he had heard before. In fact, perhaps after the prince cracks down on the local corruption among the nobility he'll move up north to teach the nobles a few lessons in equality.*

"Well Alynthi is a good place for that. Just keep your head low, avoid the occasional corrupt noble, and don't bother others and you'll fit right in." *He intentionally paint a rosy picture of the Kingdom, despite his own personal experience. Apparently getting your village sacked wasn't universal, and overall it was a safe place.* "Just keep out of the attention of the nobility and you'll be fine."
Richard
With a small nod, Odilia strolled over to the directed log and took a seat, fidgeting with the skirt of her dress in order to evenly distribute it. She leaned forwards a little, perching her elbows upon her thighs. Her slim and dainty fingers interlocked as she scanned his features, her expression being nothing less than welcoming. It was obvious that she merely wished to make a friend or ally; meeting others was always a warm experience to her. She only had acquaintances back home.

"Thank you!" She bubbly exclaimed, clasping her palms together out of joy. "I will be certain to take your advice. I hope I will be able to find happiness here in Alynthi. If you don't mind me asking, why should I keep out of the radar of nobles...?"

She was simply curious, evident by how she rose a sculpted eyebrow. Would the rich citizens tear her apart? She figured that she could attempt to fit in with them due to her appearance, but her naive nature would most definitely be the end of her. Odilia was well aware of that. She couldn't resist being kind to others no matter how conceited they potentially were.
Jason
*He sighed and sat thinking for a few seconds.* "I've seen some serious corruption among the nobility. I'm not saying they are all corrupt, but your better off avoiding their attention. My village somehow got caught up some of that corruption, and well... Heartford is no more. The prince himself is investigating, but it's been 3 years since it was burned. I doubt he'll make any headway."

*More of those painful memories. It has been a few days since he showed the prince the ruins, but at the same time, he still couldn't bear to think of the carnage. He subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword at his belt.*
Richard
A soft sigh emitted from the white haired woman's lips. Why couldn't there exist a place without any sort of wrongdoing? Why was every location compiled with thieves, corruption, and crime? Deep down, Odilia was aware that such a place would never be formed, but she was determined to remain optimistic; it was the only thing she had remaining.

"You know a prince?" She abruptly questioned, blinking gently over at the man. A weak smile became plastered upon her features as she eventually exhaled, lowering her head. 

"I wish I knew somebody with that much authority. There is so much that I'd like to say to royalty. I would suggest change and prosperity for all citizens. No one should have to go through such prejudge just because of what they look like, or if they wield magic or not. At the end of the day, we are all people." Odilia abruptly paused, proceeding to laugh sheepishly, almost as if she were attempting to dismiss what she had said. "Sorry, I went on a bit of a rant there."
Jason
"I don't know him. I met him once, seems like a good man, albeit a bit naive." *He'd recall the encounter with the prince. Skilled, especially with that metal magic, but presumptuous and disconnected from the ways of the forest.* "He seemed like he wanted to do good, but unfortunately the nobles of the kingdom, some of them go behind his back, and he's completely oblivious to it for years."

"Other than the few nobles who seek to line their own pockets at the expense of others, you don't have to worry about discrimination. If you can pull your own weight, your an equal, at least among the common folk. And if you can't they'll take care of you. The common folk are generous and kindhearted. Good people"
Richard
His words appeared to reassure her, evident by how a sigh slipped past her.

"That's good to hear. Back at my home, the common folk aren't as generous. Everybody in town was bold and judgmental, and despite me being able to pull my own weight, that didn't stop the prejudice." Her head lowered momentarily. "I am someone that does nothing but try to be positive, but even I struggle with doing so when thinking about my home..."

Either way, Odilia was thankful that this man was so kind. She had been searching for a companion to speak to for quite some time. One thing she was curious about was why he concealed his head with that hood... Perhaps he wished to hide an ability? Or maybe he didn't want to reveal his true race? She didn't mind it at all; she was willing to befriend just about anyone as long as they were considerate and sweet.
Patricia
*Richard shook his own head.* "At least you have a home. You have family, you have friends, even if most treat you poorly. My village was burned 3 years ago. I don't know why. I thought I knew who was responsible, but now I'm not so sure. Some Noble family for sure, but beyond that I don't know. I've sworn to never let that kind of thing happen again. I've made several enemies, but no one should have to suffer the pain of losing everything."

*He sat in silence. Talking about the burning helped, first with the prince and the other woman he was with, and now Odilia. Even so, he couldn't trust anyone. He didn't mind a freindly conversation, but he had been betrayed by friends before. Only way they could have known his family's identity. Only reason they knew his purpose. Better to stay in the woods and protect from afar.*
Richard
Her eyes wavered as he told his story and it really made her feel like shit. Here she was, complaining about her personal issues when they were hardly as awful as his. She felt conceited and terrible, not wishing to make him live through such memories. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," She quickly stammered, eager to apologize. "That was awful of-" 

The woman abruptly paused as soon as the sun rays shone in her lilac hues, causing her to squint. The setting sun was rather powerful, though it began to remind her of something... But what was it? Odilia sat there for a moment, blinking as she attempted to recollect information. Abruptly, she gasped and stood up rapidly, quick to gather the skirts of her dress along the way. The white haired lady stepped away from the log, bowing in his direction sheepish. 

"I have to get going, I completely forgot! I should have been on my way when the sun set, I can't be behind on my travels. It was nice speaking with you."
Jason
"Your alright. You didn't know, and your not the problem. Hopefully, if the prince keeps his word, justice will be served." 

*He drew his sword and held it in his lap. The well made blade was etched with the work 'Heartford,' and Richard idly traced his finger over the blade, deep in thought.*

"The prince possesses an... Interesting ability to shape metal. He forged this blade from the metal of my hometown. The arrows, bolts, screws, coins, things like that, he used that to forge this blade. This blade is the vengeance that will befall the fool who took everything from me.*

*A fire burned in his eyes as he spoke. He had given up hope, a mere few days ago, but in the past few days not only was he the sole person with memory of the event but had gathered allies. Even so, others would try to keep abusing the people. He wouldn't stop protecting the people, even if that made him enemies with every prince and king that passed through.*
Judy
As the sun set over the mountains, the sky was soon ablaze with beautiful oranges, reds, pinks and yellows. Almost as if the Goddess of the Sun herself had painted it. While it would be quite some time before nightfall, the noises around the forest began to shift from that of song birds to the occasional coyote or fox call. The nocturnal beasts had come out to play, and not all were four-legged. From behind Odilia and Richard, a gentle rustling could be heard before a set of raspy laughs creeped their way into both the human and tiefling's ears. Without hesitation, five people dressed in red and black emerged from the undergrowth of the forest, knives, blades and various other weapons in each set of hand. A sigil could be seen on their blackened and dirty armor, one of a coffin with a set of lips and eyes with tendrils wrapped around its frame.

Odilia may or may not recognize the sigil, though Richard surely would; this was the sigil of a notorious group of murderers and cuthroats known as *The Laughing Coffin.* One of the five stepped forward while another kept their bow aimed at Richard. The one who stepped up let out a terribly raspy laugh before squinting their eyes. The man eyed Odilia, "You're a cute one. I wonder what goodies you have besides what's beneath your clothes." The rest of the bandits laughed before making their way forward toward Odilia and Richard, trapping them between the river and the bandits. "Why not make this easy, old sap. Drop what you have, and we'll take the girl and go, sound good to you?"
Richard
Just as the woman was about to take a step over towards Richard, the rusting of bushes behind her caused her to jump and whirl around. With a gasp, Odilia furrowed her eyebrows and gulped at the sight of the bandits. She'd never been put into a situation such as this before, so she was visibly afraid, evident by the way she stepped backwards, inching closer and closer to the river behind her. They were disgusting and so was the things that they had said about her. The lady tried to turn to the side, hiding her body from them out of sheer embarrassment. She didn't want their putrid eyes on her.

It was then that she came up with an idea. Surely, she was strong with her strong. Heck, she could take on several men from her home town! 

Slowly, Odilia reached into her skirt pocket, pulling out a rather huge pouch of gold coins. The bag jingled due to just how full it was as she handed it over to the men with a defeated face. Slowly, she sidestepped over to Richard and kept her voice low.

"I have a plan. Let them take me away from you and I will beat them when we get far. I'm strong, trust me."
Charles
Strong with her sword*
Jason
*At the sound of footsteps, Richard whirled around. He really needed to stop letting people sneak up on him. He drew his dagger and held the sword, a wicked smile on his face.*

"You really don't know who you're messing with, do you?" 
*A distant wolf's howl sounded through the glen, a simple illusion, but an effective calling card nonetheless. Anyone familiar with the forest could recognize that calling card.*

"I have a counter offer. Leave now with your lives, or meet the fate of dozens who prey on honest folk." *He made ready to throw his dagger at the bandit with a bow, but used his illusion magic to appear like he hadn't moved.*

"No need. They know who I am. Or at least, will soon." *He whispered to Odilia.* "Besides, I've seen banditry like this before. Keep an eye out for any hidden attackers."
Judy
Hearing the call of a wolf, all of the bandits laughed once more. The man who was seemingly the leader shook his head, the dagger in his hands glinting from the now setting sun. In his free hand, a dark red magic began to form and he swirled it in his palm. "Honest? You? *Wolf of Greenheart?* You know no such thing." One of the other bandits side stepped around, only growing closer to Odilia. He snatched the bag of coins away, his face hidden beneath a mask. He stayed close to the tiefling however, only his dark brown eyes visible. No matter how much she may have hidden herself, it was obvious what each of them were *Really* Wanting. The leader spoke once more. "Your tricks won't scare me, Wolf. Last chance." *It was obvious they thought the wolf call was fake.*

As he said this, another bandit growled impatiently, an obvious dragonborn given his horns and visible scale. "Gah! Just kill them already! I want to kill!" Those who knew this group of bandits would know exactly how deranged, murderous and dangerous they were. They tortured and murdered anyone and everyone they come across, men, women, children; *Anyone.* They were growing impatient, their weapons moving idly in their hands as they itched to kill and maim. The man closest to Odilia chuckled her way as he shoved the coins into his pocket.
Richard
Her lilac eyes widened slightly at the sight of the illusion, which had caught her off guard. Though, when the bandits appeared to have laughed it off, that was when Odilia truly grew concerned. They appeared far stronger than her and Richard had anticipated. Abruptly, the woman stood in front of her companion, right in front of the deranged man. She gulped, managed to scan them all despite her voice wavering out of fear. She attempted to remain strong, though. 

"You can have me, just don't harm him," She begged, her features twisting into an expression of plea. "Remember what I said," She whispered to Richard from over her shoulder. "I will be okay. Now is your chance to run to another place to not get found again. I will meet up with you shortly." Or at least she hoped she would.
Patricia
*Another wolf call, this one far more real sounding, answered the first. Richard's face lit up more when he heard it. These bandits would soon pay for their atrocities. He couldn't abandon her to these brutes, he knew what they did to their captives. No ransom would be accepted. No, he wouldn't run.*

"I don't run miss. Now get back. We just need to stay alive a few minutes." *His illusory self, (Basically same him in a different pose, not about to throw a dagger) stood still for several seconds, but the real, disguised him threw the dagger over Odelia's shoulder at the bandit with the bow. He disguised the knife with his magic, bluring it's shape and muffling the sound. Upon impact he was going to whirl around Odelia and engage the bandits, using his Illusion magic to confuse the bandits, and make it difficult to see what sword was real. This wasn't the first time he fought multiple opponents, but it wouldn't be the last.*
Judy
As Odilia stepped forward, the bandit closest to her let out a wry chuckle. "How brave of you, my dear. I wonder if you'll be as feisty when we get you *Alone.*" Reaching out for her, the bandit was quickly cut off by a dagger striking him in the shoulder. He let out a howl of pain before reeling back, but he was unable to lift his hand to use his bow given the dagger in his arm. The rest of the bandits quickly raced forward, though Richard's illusory magic threw them all for a loop. The leader, his red magic now pulsing in his hands, cast it forward straight toward Odilia. One could only wonder how painful it would be if it landed, but the rest of the bandits turned their attention onto Richard. Three now encircled what they thought was the Wolf of Greenheart, but their blows seemed to constantly be off by mere inches.

The leader turned his attention back to Richard as well. What would a cute little tiefling like the one before them do to fight back? After all, she had seemed so helpless so far. The leader began to cast another spell, a yellow light swirling around him as he did so. It'd take some time to cast, but for now he was well protected by his cuthroat companions.
Richard
She gulped at the man's words, feeling herself shiver due to how uncomfortable she truly was. As soon as the dagger lodged itself into the man's shoulder, Odilia was quickly to step back, unsheathing her sword from its holster around her waist. The approaching red surge of magic was quick to make contact the blade, though it required much of her effort to push it away. With a grunt and wince, the woman managed to deflect the magic with the sword, causing it to be sent into a nearby tree. With scattered breaths, the tiefling hunched forward, using her sword as a cane whilst she stood there.

"Be careful!" She shouted, glaring over at the rest of the men.
Patricia
*He bobbed and weaved, keeping all three bandits in front of him. His Illusion magic silenced the gravel against his footsteps, and he struck whenever their guard went down, continuing to play tricks with his illusion. He had to deal with these bandits quickly, he wasn't sure how long she would last against that mage.*

*Nearby a wolf loped through the forest. He had heard his master's distress call, and the loyal wolf neared the battlefield. Trapper snuck through the undergrowth, waiting for a bandit to stray close to pounce.*