Joseph
**Sir Murven Kilwick
Terresol village**

Before things could escalate any further, and old woman appeared at the camp and put her arm around the young man. "My apologies for the stable boy. A horse kicked him in the head when he was a smaller lad. It filled his head with nutty fantasies, and it's hard to talk to him. Meeting strangers excites him. He likes sleeping on the manure pile, so we usually just lock him in the stables at night to make him feel at ease. He's also incontinent of stool thanks to the horse kick, so it saves time just having him on the manure pile already anyway." She explained to the Red Guard men. "Come along, Mac." She said gently, guiding the troubled boy away.

"But they were going to show me how to do sword stuff and become king." Mactavus rambled. "And my first order as king would be to collect every rabbit, so that I could tend the rabbits." He began to cry and fell to the ground, pounding his fists in the grass and knocking loose some of the dried manure caked onto his pants. Or at least, Murven hoped it was only manure. 

The old woman leaned down and pinched his face before recoiling. "I've got your nose."

"No! Give it back." Mac screeched, crawling after her on all fours with tears and snot gushing out of his stupid, dirty face.

"You'll only get it back if you come back to the stable." She said, leading him back to the village.

Sir Murven sighed before getting ready to sleep for the night. "Well, that was an unpleasant inconvenience."

. . .
Betty
Wisdom Serafina
Outside Korkou - Gwyndyon Encampment

Serafina nodded her agreement to the shit of his encampment and read the contract presented to her. "Of course." She glanced to the scribe and asked for paper and a writing utensil before continuing. "I will inform the Lord of your arrival and purpose on their estate. I do ask, however, that you keep your men far enough away so as not to disrupt their day-to-day lives. When you arrive, give this letter to the Lord of the house and he will let the smaller group of 30 men through and suggest locations for the remainder. " A final flourish of the pen sealed the letter with her signature and she handed it to Lord Gwyndyon. "Speed would be appreciated, Lord Gwyndyon. I will have a member of the Red Guard meet you as soon as possible. They will ensure our contract is being upheld." Standing up, the Wisdom adjusted her dress and made her way to the tents entrance. "Your job is to keep Cleos safe, but do not be unnecessarily harsh. If he dies in your care, our contract is void." Without another word, the woman passed through the entrance and mounted her horse, her guards following suite.
Heather
Violet
Emaitmen's Cottage, rural Terresol

"You assume that I haven't laid my life on the line for honorable causes as well. Is it because I'm of the fairer sex, or is it because I'm from the south islands?" Violet probably should've been used to being looked down on now, but it never got any less annoying. She met his scowl, and lightly swatted his finger out of her face while stepping in closer herself. They were practically nose to nose now. 

"I loyally served as a member of my lord's guard for years, and laid my life down as anyone serving did. But yes. If it's really important for you to know my crimes, I did kill a man. I cut off the head of the captain of the guard." Violet always owned up to that fateful day. She knew in her heart she'd never wish such a cruel end to her captain, but it happened. All she could do now was try to break the curse that drove her to such an act. As long as the curse bound her, it would not even allow her to give herself up. 

"It was an accident, but that's not really easy to explain away now is it? And I've killed many more men since then for pursuing me. Satisfied with that answer?"