Frank
Prince Nickles 
The Arwin Residence, Northern Feyshore

"Then you must cart me up the mountain. My last rites deserve the be honored," Nickles said to the man. "What's your name, by the way? I must know it in case I decide to report you to the proper authorities for crippling me. If I never dance again, I will thrash you with a rock," Nickles warned, shaking a creaky finger at him. He turned his attention back to the woman. 

"You're blind, not deaf. I said I will not see a doctor," He said, clenching his fist. "Will you accompany us to the mountains? I daresay you could use the exercise. Not to mention that you played a role in my imminent death."

He peered past them and into the shop. He wondered if he could sneak past them and get into their tub alone. If only they had cooperated. Now he had to exact his revenge up in the mountains. It was a displeasurable compromise. The altitude tended to take a heavy toll on his lungs, seeing as they were a quarter of the size they were when he was born.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence, Northern Feyshore*

"For someone that's been teetering on the verge of death for many minutes now, you're certainly smart of mouth..." *He said with a sigh, looking away from him and back up at the mountain. They looked fairly sheer to him, the only one he felt they could reasonably traverse was the one that had been pathed out in order to allow access into the city. But that was about it, for the most part... He then turned back around.*

"Are you suggesting a blind person go mountain climbing?.. I may not be a good judge of ability, but I am sure most anyone can tell you that doing something such as that is a poor idea." *He spoke, starting to lose faith. Unlike Cecelia, she had nothing to offer to this boy. He was of false noble blood and had been outcasted, the only coin to his name was the satchel around his waist. He was practical and saw things for what they were, and while he was very much willing to make peace with the boy.. He did not seem to feel the same way.* "One more thing... How do you yet live on? With your injuries, and how much time has passed it is..." *He spoke, attempting to ignore the boy's threats for the umpteenth time now. It was very seriously getting grating to listen to.*

"And do not attempt to pin blame on her for this, if anything of the three of us she is the least at fault for your current state."
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin**
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

She scoffed. Fine. Seeing as this boy was *So* Unwilling to accept any form of practical help whatsoever, and even still berated her in his broken state, her patience for his arrogance had worn thin. She had offered this boy everything and he turned it all down. And while she was rather good at traveling throughout the city on her own, the city was a far cry from a mountain, which even she knew was far out of her range of abilities now. Also, was this boy suggesting she was fat? 

"I will not be a part of this any longer, boy. I have offered you everything, and yet you still mock me. I am sorry that you are in this current state, but it was your lack of manners that brought you to this. I cannot scale a mountain. Even I understand that. And I don't 'need the exercise' thank you very much, I, for one, keep myself in rather decent shape, for your information." Her voice, once soothing and soft took a much more apathetic and nearly disgusted tone. This boy was very unlikable, to the point that even the villagers were shocked at what they were hearing.

"I've never seen Mis' Cecelia so cold before. She's been kind to ev'ryone, so this kid must have struck a nerve with her." A villager piped up, shifting uncomfortably. Something about seeing her turn a cold shoulder was not something they expected, nor even imagined possible. "Boy. Just do as Mis' Cecelia says. It'll be easier for ev'ryone if ye do. She can get you th' best of help."
Frank
Prince Nickles
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore

He brought his knuckles to his eyes and rubbed vigorously. He would have kicked their livers loose, had he use of his legs. The man and the woman were intent on prolonging his suffering. He decided that now was the time to initiate the first act of their punishment."If anything, she is the most to blame for this, seeing as she placed extra hard cobbles outside her shop. I need a jam bath. I don't see what is so hard to understand about this," He grumbled under his breath to the man. 

As the villagers began to pipe up, Nickles raised his hand to silence them. "Peasants, *Please*. Go about and mind your own business. Wash the fleas from your manes," He said. "I will not take the advice of illiterates." The crowd dispersed with mutterings of insult and displeasure.

 Nickles laid on his stomach, propped his elbows up, and laced his fingers together, resting his chin delicately upon them. He smiled pleasantly at the two, showcasing his pointed, translucent gnashers. "Take me to the proper authorities. I wish to file a complaint— a most *Grievous* Complaint regarding an assassination attempt, kidnapping, and burglary. By proper authorities, I mean the First Knight of Feyshore. I believe that he is the only one qualified to handle a crime of this caliber. *This* Request must not be too inconvenient for you two to honor," He said, popping his eyebrows up and broadening his grin.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, North Feyshore*

"Boy... With how you have been responding to our attempts to get you practical help, I am in no way inclined to honor any request you are making towards me. You have been nothing but vile ever since you entered the shop, and even now you do not cease? Even now in your unnatural state, ye continue to berate us and threaten us? I'm not going to have an ounce of it any longer. I've had it with the damnable jam bath you've spouted about, it will do nothing! It is nothing but grape jam! Explain to me just how exactly that is helpful in the medical process."

*He was at his wits end with this boy. He had been offered everything - a chance to be healed by some of the best doctors that Cecelia knew. A chance to get some actual help, and he battered and assaulted both of them for it. As far as he was concerned he was being possessed by some ungodly force that they had no knowledge of, if anything they needed a Priest at this point. But maybe not even someone like that could help a boy that was so far gone.*

"I am not going to entertain your delusions of assault, either. There was *No* Assassination attempt, you brought every last bit of this upon yourself. There was *No* Kidnapping, I do not even know **Where** You pulled that from. And lastly, there was not an ounce of burglary. If anything, *She* Should be complaining about burglary, as you shattered your own jars against her walls and damaged her door."
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin** 
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

"I will not be a part of this any longer, young man. Your delusions of grandeur have granted you the dissent and apathy of all those around you. You lack all respect for others and yet you expect any in return? No, I will not honor any request you may make. You act as if you are nobility, but you are no more noble than the curs who feed on scraps. You treat others with such contempt, then victimize yourself without any regards for your personal actions which lead you to such a state. Your arrogance will be your downfall boy. You believe yourself the center of the known universe and yet you are no more significant than the rocks underneath you. You have no regard for how your actions affect others. You are truly despicable and are not deserving of any granting of requests."

Cecelia laid it all out for the boy, if he would not recognize his own arrogance, then she wanted nothing else to do with him. Her kindness had run out many minutes ago, and she had nothing else to say to him.
Frank
Prince Nickles 
The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore

His mouth fell open in faux-disbelief. "I am done talking in circles with you rats. I will travel to Castle Black *Myself* And report you *Myself*. You've crippled a young, innocent lad after tossing his wares against the walls of your shop in an attempt to sully my good name," He said, pounding his fists on the ground and dragging his body slowly away. "*GOOD DAY TO YOU BOTH*!" He screamed angrily, making slow progress away from the death trap that was the *Arwin Residence and Trading Company*. 

It broke his heart to abandon his wares, but he had no choice. He estimated that he had two minutes, at most, left to live. The world needed to hear his story, his tale of suffering, his fable of woe. He could not let them continue to wreak havoc on the limbs of Feyshore's little lad population. Yes, he would be a tragic hero. He would be mythologized as the boy who stood strong in the face of adversity. A boy tortured for trying to peddle his innocent jams for all to enjoy. "LET ME BE OF WARNING TO YOU ALL," Nickles shrieked into the the ground at the top of his lungs, "MY LEGS WERE SHATTERED AND MY WARES PILLAGED! AT... THE... HANDS... OF... THESE TWO MANIACS!" He had made it about three meters away, and counting.
Ken
**Faraam Kogis**
*The Arwin Residence and Trading Company, Northern Feyshore*

*Unsurprisingly to the acutal pair of sane people, the others present were not taking the boy's words that seriously after everything they had seen. Some wore empathetic expressions, but they turned their heads away. It was frankly both pathetic and disturbing to see something like this, someone so delusional on the brink of death. His playing of the victim card was rather ineffective, all things considered. And Faraam for one had no intention of pursuing the lad.*

"After everything... After all the help we offered him, he continues to lie and fall further into his delusion." *He spoke to himself more than anyone else. He knew just as well as the next guy that this kid wasn't going to get very far before dropping dead, since he should have dropped dead minutes ago after the initial incident. He had half a mind to end the suffering of the boy, but he was unsure of if he should do that just this moment.. He was certainly considering it, though. It was more merciful than allowing him to crawl away and anguish with a broken mind. But he stayed his hand and turned to Cecelia.*

"Would you.. Like me to clean up his mess inside, or do you have others in there who can handle that sort of thing?" *He spoke to her, trying to take his mind away from what was going on not four meters away from them. That boy was the worst of humanity, he was vile, cheating, lying and conniving. His attempts to sway the peasantry in his favor had shown just how depserate and devilish he was even though the events had been quite clearly laid out.*
Jeremiah
**Cecelia Arwin** 
**The Arwin residence and trading company, North Feyshore**

Cecelia sighed and rubbed her temple. That headache had set in full force after that entire ordeal. She still felt sorry for the boy, that he was so... Troubled... Yes, that was likely the best word for it. 

"That would be much appreciated, thank you" She replied to the man, giving him a tired smile.

She dusted off her dress, now dirty from being tripped by the boy, and turned around, as if looking for something. She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, which way is my home? I lost my bearings when I tripped" The villager next to her smiled. "It's to your left, Miss Cecelia." 

"Thank you, sir." She replied, turning in the direction and heading to her door. She once again ran into that damned wheelbarrow, the jars within it clattering. "Oh bloody hell" She swore under her breath, moving around it. 

"Sir, I know you don't desire to do so, but I have but one request. Can you at least return the boy's... Jams... To him? Despite his... Unsettled demeanor, they are not ours to keep."