Thomas
Pilgrims in the streets
Rikolto, Akno, Terresol


"Come dance with us, Clive!"  The redhead shouted before being pulled back into the circle.  She was out of earshot so it wasn't worth replying, but he wouldn't have if she still stood in front of him.  He didn't dance either, because he didn't want to.  The Pilgramage taught about the journey to achieve what an individual wants, well he was doing that, with a grunt and a nod.


He wore a simple wooden mask that covered his eyes and cheeks.  It was meant to be humorous, since he rarely talked, a gift from someone who saw him as a friend.


"She won't stick around forever, y'know!"  It was Derringer, lovingly referred to as "Derrin," By his friends.  He was the son of a merchant named after the previous Captain of the guard in some attempt to gain favor.  It didn't work.


"She can do as she pleases."  The grunted reply came.


"That's you, Clive, y'know!" He laughed, an annoying laugh that nearly caused him to fall from his perch on a cart.  Clive snorted in derision, but his mind did begin to linger to what could be if he took a step forward.


Then the visitor came.  He had questions, logical questions, the questions this festival was meant to spark, but Clive didn't care.  This man who interrupted his thoughts bowed, was he mocking him? Nevertheless Clive didn't respond, because he didn't want to.   It was another woman, who sensed the tension in her neighbor, that responded.


"Why, ye mus' not be from 'round 'ere, lad, askin' queshuns like tha'!"  She cackled like a witch, ending it with a snort.


"He reeks of bog."  Grunted Clive.


"Hush, child!"  The crone slapped Clive on his exposed shoulder, which sent Derrin into another fit of laughter.


"Now," She turned back to Jericho, peering out of her silver mask with beady eyes, "What are ye lookin' ta know?  'ave you ever heard of Lor' Vik, before, lad?"
George
Jericho Heinrich
Rikolto, Akno, Terresol

It was a peculiar scene, one that off put Jericho as it wasn't what he was expecting when he arrived. This clearly was no average religion and he knew that if he was to get on these peoples good side, he'd have to join them in their festivities. 

It had been many a'year sense Jericho's last party, it was classy and well mannered. There are no manners here though, just the free will of man. Jericho seemed to understand after a second though. "I am not from around here as you can tell... But one day I could say I was... Lord Vik? I think I've heard the name once or twice but I don't know the details. Would you care to explain? I may not look the part but I'd love to join your festivities myself."

Jericho was going to need some alcohol if he was going to loosen up at their level, though maybe after a while. He glances around at the followers, all masked differently. This was going to be a strange experience.
William
Felix Reed - Rikolto

In stark contrast, the apothecary was not intrigued by the masked men and women, or at least he pretended not to be. He adressed the pilgrims and visionnaries as he would adress one of his clients, pehaps a bit more respectufully than normal:

"We have heard of Tiny Vik's word. We have witnessed it's works. The desire for knowledge has brought us here."

None of those were lies, even if all of them were half-truths. Felix was of the opinion that lying had to be avoided at all costs. Not just in buisness, but always. Lies only strip the liar of it's legitimacy. Half-truths strip the accuser of it's confidence.
Kenneth
Cleos
The Falsan countryside, Terresol

Cleos looked about the carriage in a flurry of thought. "Yes, I suppose it'd be very well for the country if my coronation seemed to occasion the end of the pestilence." There was a sense that he was using drawing on more refined language that he'd learned from his tuition, though he'd adopted it to a fairly convincing level of fluency. "Even if that wasn't truly an act of divine intervention, then the symbolism would be nice. That's what people like, right? Symbolism. Something ... *Soulful*, after all these years of tasteless, half-hearted government.

"And you know," He said, putting his book aside and crossing one leg over the other, "I'm glad to have someone like you at my side. Not only for your sincerity and your knowledge of scripture and such, but also for your acumen and your worldliness. I doubt I'll have many in my court who'll have gone so far as *Taemar*. The only thing that would ever draw *Me* There would be morbid curiosity." He shook a pointed finger at her. "Or duty, of course. How well would you say you've come to know the foreign leaders, Serafina?"
Betty
Magistrate Serafina
The Falsan countryside, Terresol

"I would caution claiming the gods favor of you as reason for why the plague ends." Serafina warned. She agreed that symbolism was a good motivator and if pressed would admit that some of the control the Southern Pantheon had was based on the idea, but there was a difference between using it to inspire faith and using it to holster yourself to a pedastal the gods never intended you to be on. "Their will and plan is beyond our understanding. We can speculate, yes. In fact, many who study time and the secrets of the universe do speculate." She paused, thoughtful. "You come as a deliverance, Cleos. Not from the plague, but from a time of disbelief that led us into a dark period. The gods were with King Caspian and now they shall be with you." 

The Magistrate smiled warmly at his compliments and chuckled at his remarks of Taemar. "I am fortunate to have the pleasure of traveling across Marin during my service to the Southern Pantheon. I've learned many lessons, though perhaps *The* Lesson is yet to come." 

"I have met most of them and I could give you information regarding how they rule, but I wouldn't presume to know them personally. I am not a politician, Cleos. I'm well-versed in the history of Marin, but am dedicated to the gods. It would be more accurate to say that I am best known across the Szars in the Southern Pantheon and in regards to religion have a much stronger influence. But this is why you have other advisors. I cannot supply you with all the information nor would I ask or encourage you to seek only my advice." She let her gaze meet his and held it. "I am a human, like you, and fallible, but it is because of my faith that I stand before you. I owe everything to them and thus, everything I do is for them." Shaking her head, Serafina sighed. "I am not envious of you, Cleos. The path you are going to walk is far more difficult than mine."