Anna
**Amaryllis Sage
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**



Amaryllis was in the front of her shop, sweeping the steps and the cobble stone. She wanted to tidy up the store, hoping the attractive more costumers. 

Amaryllis knew that she needed to make some money soon to pay for the shops rent. It was where she lived as well. She slept on a rug behind the counter. It wasn't great, but it was warmer than living in the forest, like she did as a child. 

Amaryllis new that is was about time to open the shop, but she wanted to wait for someone to come by. She wanted to make sure everyone had a great experience there. It was a pretty personal business, after all.
Brian
**Melkaire Amarth
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**

The streets of the capital city of Ibethiel were filled with life and the cacophony of overlapping voices. People moved across the cobblestone path like opposing currents that shared the same riverbed. Radiance from the morning sun brought the clouds overhead luminating with a sublime glow, birds flew overhead, adding life to the atmosphere of busy city streets. 

From the distance, a lone figure moved solemnly down the center of the road. The crowds parting around him like a stone in a stream. A few glances were offered to the mountain of a man that stood at a height of six feet, seven inches and with a broad-shouldered frame that complimented his height with a broad frame. Vestments that were woven from pelt and hide adorned the statuesque build of chiseled brawn- from the long-sleeved tunic that dressed his torso to the rugged trousers that stretched the length of the lower half of his body, tucking in the fur-fined boots that clothed his feet. The gentle morning gale billowed through the streets brought the long strands of hair in a dark chestnut hue flowing away from rugged features, exposing the man's beard face and relatively stoic expression. At his back, a large sword slept soundly in the sheathe that was held to his back by way of leather straps that hugged over his torso from his shoulder, wrapping around his chest, holding the weapon in place. It's soft, metallic rattle added to the percussion of his heavy steps, announcing his approach. 

The warrior's course came to slow as he neared a particular structure. A red-haired woman standing out front with a broom in hand captured his attention, summoning the warrior to draw near. He had heard word from some of the other locals that a reader of sorts was in the area, offering Melkaire the notion that perhaps this reader- whomever they were- could provide the warrior with some measure of insight to the answers he was seeking.
Vanessa
**King Dennon Bigsby and Kirk Pinewood
The King's Study, Ibethiel Castle**

"Lady of the Woods?" Kirk whispered quietly, looking at the pot of dirt with a perplexed look.

Dennon started to speak up as the accusation was leveled against him. "I have stolen nothing from-" He was cut off by his new sword leaving its sheath and levitating near his neck. He paused before speaking again, calmly. "Kirk, when you said you stole the sword from a giant, I didn't think you were talking about a woman who was taller than you..." Dennon slowly began to lean down to reach for something behind his desk.

"I wasn't! It was a real giant. She's lying! I've never seen her before in my life." Kirk said defensively.

"Then why is she here making it *Float!?*" Dennon asked, still slowly reaching downward.

"I don't know. She's probably just some witch with a cheap levitation trick who doesn't mind her own business." Kirk said angrily.

"Well, then perhaps we should do what she says and give it to- SECRET CROSSBOW!" Dennon yelled, suddenly pulling up the weapon he had shown Kirk earlier and pointing it at the dirt witch. "Ha!"

"Nice!" Kirk said, taking the opportunity to pull out his own knife.

"Madame, I don't know how you learned about this sword, but I'm afraid you can't have it. We have an ancient law in this land. 'He who findeth it, keepeth it.'" 

"Technically, *I* Found it." Kirk chimed in.

"You want to do this *Now?*" Dennon asked, with the sword still floating inches away from his neck with his crossbow aimed at the woman.

"I'm just saying, technically-"

"**Technically,** You were under my employ and using directions that I provided." Dennon cut him off.
Anna
**Amaryllis Sage
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**


Amaryllis saw as a giant man with dark long locks and bright blue eyes approached her. She gave a kind smile as she saw him.

"Hello sir. Are you wanting inside the shop, or are you asking for directions?" She asked him, since usually people just wanted to know where a different building or shop was. 

Amaryllis shyly toyed with her red locks, her light hazel eyes looking up at the very tall man. She truly didn't see that he would be a customer, since he looked tough enough. *Probably a good immune system, and definitely no emotions. Brute, probably. No, don't assume such things... Maybe he's the strong silent type?*
Brian
**Melkaire Amarth
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**

Before the warrior stood a striking woman with fair features, a kind smile, and hair red like fire. Her warm greeting drew his gaze that swept across the front exterior of her establishment to lock upon her features. A warm, cordial smile was forced to full lips that drew into an upward curve of a smile, a faint curvature of dimple forming beneath the layer of facial hair that dwelled upon grizzled features. 

"I have heard word that a reader dwells in these parts." The cadence of his voice was carried by low, rough, accented tones. For a man that bore the appearance of a brute, he was well-spoken and seemed intelligent enough. His left hand arose, reaching up towards his face, pinching a few strands of windswept hair, and drew them back to be tucked behind his ear. Eyebrows burrowed above narrowing eyes that shielded the azure colored orbs that dwelled within as they scanned about the immediate area, awaiting a response.
Paul
**Synthreya
The King's Study, Ibethiel Castle**

Synthreya raised her left hand in the air above her and clenched it into a fist. A green magic arcane circle formed out of thin air. She smiled as she watched them ponder. "Forgive me, but That giant you're speaking of. Stole the sword from me." A large vine emerged from the pot of dirt and whipped towards Dennons wrist using the the argument as a reason to surprise attack and knock the crossbow out of his hand.

"Forgive me but I was the Original Guardian of the Sword of Therador. Although I should be thanking you for retrieving the sword but I'm sure you have no intention of giving it to me." The arcanic circle shined. Vines and roots emerged from the walls and floors. The room began to fill with plants as Synthreya stood there. "I'm not a fan of forceful actions but The Sword of Therador is an exception."
Anna
**Amaryllis Sage
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**

Amaryllis was taken aback by the intelligence of the stranger. She rested both her hands on the broom handles, one laying over the other. She smiled when he spoke of a reader. 

"Yes, I'm the reader. Some people call me a psychic. Others say a witch. I just believe that I can see what you can't. Are you wanting a reading?" She asked him, taking in his features. He was quite attractive, but she wasn't going to say anything about that. She would just silently enjoy the view.
Brian
**Melkaire Amarth
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**

Naught but a stoic expression could be seen over the warrior's worn and grizzled face. In spite of this, there was a warm, gentle glare in his eyes that was afforded to the woman, though his silence stayed upon him. 

As she spoke, Melkaire's gaze arose to behold at the front of her shop once more. His right eyebrow lifted to form a sharp, inquisitive arch while he studied the structure and soaked in her words. Terms like 'Psychic' and 'Witch' did not bare the same cultural stigma as found in other regions of Marin. The idea was met with skepticism at first, feeling that he would be too lucky to find the answers he sought from this woman. However, it did not mean that Melkaire wasn't willing to try. 

And so, he brought his gaze back to the woman with the fiery, red hair. Another smile was brandished across his lips just before a dip of his bearded chin brought his head lowering to bow. "Aye." Melkaire responded with a near grunt, "I would very much like one."
Anna
**Amaryllis Sage
Sage's Gallipot and Sentient Shop in Hexrakes**

Amaryllis grinned widely. She was excited. She ran to the door and opened it. "Please come in! The room with the red door is where we will sit. You can pick an incense to burn, if you wish. Maybe some candles. Or both. Whatever pleases your senses." She said and smiled.

She was extremely excited to serve him. She hadn't had very many customers, especially ones that wanted readings. This was new to her.

"I am Amaryllis Sage, by the way. I own this shop. My mother taught me all I know. She was a shaman in the woods."
Vanessa
**King Dennon Bigsby and Kirk Pinewood
The King's Study, Ibethiel Castle**

"Hey!" Dennon yelled as the crossbow was ripped away. He turned to Kirk, who still held his knife. "Kirk, get her!" Kirk didn't answer, the sudden intrusion of plants had given him a flashback to dealing with carnivorous trees in the forest. He was frozen in fear. With more branches and vines overtaking the room, Dennon had to think quickly. He looked to the dirt witch. "You said original guardian, right?" He could no longer see his feet under thick, green leaves. "What if you aren't meant to be the guardian anymore? I didn't just find a map. A force I don't understand pointed me in the direction of where to find it. Maybe it was meant to be in the hands of someone else."