Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Brindelle

And thus, the Northshore was awarded a fresh-blooded, lion-hearted knight of the realm. The rain lessened and the full moon emerged from the hazy clouds, bathing Sir Valentyn in its pale light. His hunched, gagging figure was illuminated as he coughed up the last remnants of earth from his lungs. The senior knights looked on proudly, reminded of their own trial. 

Keeping with tradition, the group quickly found themselves back at *The Siren's Call*, celebrating Valentyn's success at not dying. Cigarette between his lips and with bloodshot eyes, Sir Heath pushed himself up from the raucous table and staggered to the front of the bar to buy the group yet another round. He passed an odd group on his way, composed of grisly, melancholy men speaking in soft voices. "...They fear the children to be dead," The man's low mutter drifted to Heath's ears. He stopped and raised his eyebrows. A barmaid pushed past him, causing the beer on her platter to slosh down her arms. She shot him an annoyed glance and he merely shrugged before turning his attention back onto the men. 

"Aye. They're saying a white rabbit has been spotted playing about the children before they disappear. So white it appears to glow in the fuckin' dark. They follow it into the trees and then... The Gilich's young daughter went missing just yesterday. Same fuckin' story," Another said. 

"Parents not keeping their damn eyes on their children is all that it is. You live near a bloody forest, there are going to be bloody fuckin' wolves snatching the little ones up. *A glowing white rabbit*. An excuse to save face so no one knows that you're a shitty fuckin' parent is what the fuck it is," The third man said. Heath opened his mouth to inquire further details when a loud thud sounded throughout the tavern. All conversation quieted from the stunned patrons.

Sir Oreson was lying on his back on the floor, cursing profusely. His chair had buckled under his weight before finally giving and reducing to sawdust. Heath sighed and made his way back over to the group so that he could struggle against his own intoxication and help the old knight up. They were there so that Valentyn could get laid, but of course, Sir Oreson had to make the night about himself and steal all the attention away.
Nancy
Ser Oreson Buckle
The Siren's Call

Contrary to what Ser Heath the Drunkard might have heard, Ser Oreson did not curse. He was a knight of the realm, a chivalrous sort of fellow, one that upheld the sacred code of his order. Drink to excess, mayhaps. Finagle the odd woman of the night, of course. Enjoy the relative power that his rank provided him, it was only natural. But swear? To curse and bellow like some common dock worker? No, never, not the brave and honorable Ser Oreson.

"Goodness! Gods be good!" Was what he said instead, "Good gracious! Oh ho! I've fallen! I've been felled! Come here, come here boy, and help me up! Come help your uncle Buckle! Oh ho ho!"

His diminutive nephew (or at least the boy he called his nephew) who looked to be no older than ten and no larger than seven, could only wrap his tiny hands around one or two of the knight's thick white fingers. He tugged on them with all of his strength, leaning back onto his heels, but still, all Ser Oreson could do was roll on his back like an overturned turtle. 

"Heath! Ser Heath!" Ser Oreson called for his most trusted man in arms, "Come! Come help me! Oh ho ho! I've fallen, Ser Heath, and now here I roll around! On the floor! This, dirty, dirty floor! Oh ho ho ho! I've fallen and I can not get up, it seems! So help me. Heath! Yes! Me! Grab on to me, boy! And hoist! Oh ho ho!"

In addition to his lofty frame, he was also blackout drunk.
Dorothy
**Sir Sterling Meese
The Siren's Call**

Sterling had left the tavern to relieve himself outside. The peaceful moment to himself was spoiled when two dogs began ripping apart the cat that had fallen from the sky earlier that evening. Upon refastening his belt, he sat down on a street-side bench and watched the animals, pondering whether or not he should tell Miss Partridge about the fate of her cat.

His decision would need to be made sooner than expected. The cat's mangled remains were severed in two and dragged away by the hounds, leaving only a puddle of congealed blood. The moment that the street was silent again, Sterling heard a voice calling out. "Tulip! Tulip!" Miss Partridge herself was coming down the way, calling out the name of her late cat. Sterling figured it was too late to scramble back into the tavern, so he turned his face away, hoping she'd pay no mind. Her footsteps stopped. "Sir Sterling?"

Sir Sterling turned toward her. "Miss Partridge!" He feigned surprise.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

Inside, the splintering of a wooden chair was heard. "Knight business. What about you?"

"Oh..." Her voice broke. "Tulip is missing. I came out to look for her."

"I'm certain she's not far away." Sterling said somewhat truthfully.

"But I'm so worried..."
** **

"Here here." Sterling gestured for her to join him on the bench while taking off his jacket to drape over her shoulders. "I'm sure she just found a mouse to eat and is taking a nap."

"I hope." She said, leaning against Sterling. Her head tilted forward and sniffed. "This jacket smells like you."

Sterling was unsure of how to take the comment. "Sorry? I can have it washed."

"No no, it's nice." She slid closer to Sterling and put a hand on his thigh.

Sterling could tell by her physical touch that she very much missed her cat. "Tulip is very dark. Perhaps it would be better to go to bed since it's night now and look more in the morning."

Miss Partridge after many dinner invites had never gotten this close to Sterling before and had for a moment forgotten why she was there. "Hmm? Oh, right."

"I promise you this: I will find Tulip." Sterling said, feeling guilty.

"Thank you." Miss Partridge stood up and blew Sterling a kiss.

Sterling also stood up and tensed as Miss Partridge walked by the cat blood puddle, but she did not linger on it, and Sir Meese let out a sigh of relief before heading back inside.