Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad

The paladin silently nodded at Tanyth before heading back into the cave. His robes moved by the light wind gave the male a certain degree of solemnity. The greenskin rested his spear against the rocky wall of the cave before returning to the contemplation of the flames. 
The presence of a child would have made the hunt much more difficult and dangerous as he was now bound by both his code and morality to protect the girl. The flames revealed a rather musing expression... Something usual for him. 
He shook his head, somehow not surprised by the new situation the Gods had made him find himself into...
'A Shifter... Then a Kodrakesh... Then a child... By the Maradian Forest...' 
The greenskin cursed in his ancient tongue before shrugging and moving the fire with a stick.
George
Tanyth Carven,
Forest of Gorangrad

Tanyth smiled at the girl and gently squeezed her hand, it was so small... Delicate, innocent. Tanyth lead the child back to the cave, sitting her by the fire and wrapping her crimson cloak around the girl's shoulders.

She sat down and let her eyes drift from Stern to the girl and back again, after a quiet moment she spoke, "Why we're running through a dangerous forest at night, Mirian? Why do you cling so tightly to that axe head?" Her voice was gentle, and held concern, while she agreed with stern that they should take her back to the village... She wanted to know why a little girl was all alone in the forest. 

Mostly so she knew whether to punch and berate, or outright kill, the girl's parents if they showed. Though such feelings were not present on her face or in her tone.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Forest of Gorangrad
She huffed and put the axe in her lap, and hugged the cloak around her. She stared into the fire as she began to speak.

**"I told you- I'm running away. My parents disowned me, and I don't- I don't like them anyways."**

She made a small *Hmph* Noise before she started speaking again.

**"And it's because this is my father's axe- He left it to me before I ran away."**

She turned to Tanyth.

**"You two seem like a good couple, though. Can't I stay with you?"**

She asked, eyes twinkling as they looked up to her.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad

Stern's eyes darted to the child... A word... A word that confused him...

"A couple?"

The greenskin did not seem to understand what the girl meamt with that word, as Stern had never been addressed as part of a group in that tongue.
He looked at Tanyth before returning to gaze upon the child. "We will keep you safe until we'll reach the village of Gorangrad... Then we will decide on what to do."
Stern scratched his beard and nudged the axe the child was holding with his left foot. 
"You might need to learn how to handle that, little one..."
George
Tanyth Carven,
Forest of Gorangrad

Tanyth listened carefully, then snorted and laughed at the girl's assumption. "I-I am not this man's woman. He has made no effort to win my heart, and we are simply hunting a shifter together for this one night."

Still... Stern was a good man, handsome too. Then again, she could not trust men... No matter their race. Above all else a male desired power, and Tanyth would not submit or compromise to suit one. He would have to work his way into her heart, and she doubted he wanted to.

"Why would your parents disown you, child? You are beautiful... And strong to have made it this far alone. They are fools to cast you out into the cold," *'and perhaps I will kill them for doing so.'* The thought came unbidden to her mind, but she welcomed it... No parent worth the air they breathed abandoned their child.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Forest of Gorangrad.
She smiled a bit as she called her beautiful and strong. She continued to hug the cloak as she spoke once more.

**"I-I don't know. And I don't care. I never want to see them again anyways."**

She was a good actor. And luckily she had cleaned the blood from her father's axe, so it would be rather difficult to find out she had infact killed both of her parents. 

**"And... You two would make a nice couple, then."**

She looked back and forth between the two.

**"I can use the axe well enough."**

She sounded cocky.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, forest of Gorangrad

As Tanyth spoke about not being his woman, Stern felt a rather old mixture of emotions... Years had passed since the last time he felt the warmth of a kiss and the mere thought was enough to darken his green cheeks... Something that lasted very little before the frost returned to wrap around his heart.
He focused on what Mirian had to say.
The story... A child disowned for apparently no reason...
If disowned why gave her an axe...
Why didn't she care...
The paladin nodded to himself and got up, walking back out of the cave. He did not take the spear with him, wanting to test the child's confidence. He crossed his arms "Prove it." His voice was serious as his nose was telling him something he couldn't quite put into words. 
"A warrior who shows pride must demonstrate their source of pride."
He waited for her, his deep hazel eyes locked onto her.
Bernice
Sir Edmund Silverstep

Brass Keep Fighting Pit, The Horn Hills

Edmund stood from his position at the entrance of the pit, pushing himself off the wall with a thrust of his elbow. "For House Silverstep!" He called, pointing to the crowd and earning a reasonable roar. 

He was shirtless, his well built body on display. A thick swath of cloth was wrapped around his abdomen, brown hair tied into a tight knot. He tightened the wraps on his hands and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "If you're giving me the choice, Beast Man—" The petty lord spit on the ground and smirked, "I'd love to see you crippled."