Nathan
Belladonna of Taemar
The swamp, Akno

The sorceress got down of her stallion and took the dark red velvet hood off to look around. Her shoes slightly sunk in the wet ground. The buzzing of flies and the surrounding smells made her let out a sigh.

"Okay... I'll be back as soon as I can, stay alive in the meanwhile" She said to the horse while petting its head. She then proceed to walk the path.

She observed the alligators as they passed close by her, being careful not to hit them with her feet. When she reached a certain spot of the swamp, she stopped and looked around, searching for the small man with a golden mask. Small men with bronze masks wandered the place, busy as they could be. The only calm being was the cat who sat comfortably in the sofa next to the fire.

She cleared her throat.

"Is here the man with the golden mask whom responds to Vik?" Her voice was melodious, but kept her serious tone. Her face could have perfectly been mistaken by a stone carving, with a stoic expression. Her glamorous clothes and velvet hooded cape drastically clashed against the swamp surroundings.
Thomas
Tiny Vik
Vik's Funland, Akno

Tiny Vik held a red ball in his hand as he sat in a stone room somewhere inside a small river fort a few Pirates he had a falling out with took control of. He was bouncing the ball against the far wall and then tried to catch it on it's way back. Admittedly he wasn't as good as he'd later brag, often missing the returning grasp. He wasn't being held here, in fact he could leave at any moment, but he had heard prisoners did this activity to try to keep same and he thought it sounded fun.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when many miles away someone entered his home. Captain Tiddlywinks, the Lord-Commander of the militant side of his newly found church, and the most adorable kitten Vik had ever seen, was letting out a very loud and shrill howl into the air.

Vik stood immediately and waddled over to one of the walls of his cell, pulling a diamond encrusted doorknob from his motley bag and inserting it into the wall. An outline appeared and Vik pushed once it completed.

The ground next to the sofa flew open like a hatch and the minute golden man pulled himself out of the hole left there.

"Who forgot to feed Captain Tiddlywinks!?" He called out to his thralls, before his voidful eyes landed on the visitor to his home. Vik paused and cooked his head to the side before muttering, "You aren't an empty food bowl."

A quick glance to his second in command confirmed his faithful cat had no interest in dining on this lady tonight.

"Very well," He stood, dusted his hands, and closed the hatch before speaking again, "Hello! Who are you?"
Nathan
Belladonna of Taemar
Vik's swamp, Akno

The sorceress rose an eyebrow as the ground next to the sofa bursted open, a funny looking man stepping out of it. The situation was surreal.
Belladonna had travelled 5 days on her horse to get there, after a contact in a tavern told her about this child-looking man. And there she was, in the middle of a swamp, surrounded by small men and asking for an audience with a strange man who emanated magic like a fountain.

"I might be edible, my good sir, but no, I'm not an bowl of food..." She replied as she examined the man from her position, eyes slightly squinted "I'm Belladonna of Taemar, pleasure to meet you" She offered her hand to shake as she spoke "You must be the masked man I've been looking for... If what I've been told is true, we have some things to talk about"

If it was true that Vik had contacts who could inform her on the people related to the inquisition, the powerful masked man would have been a powerful ally for her.
Thomas
Tiny Vik
Vik's Funland, Akno

Tiny Vik waddled up to the tall woman and clasped both of his hands around hers, peering closely at her knuckles and nails.

*Worn, but not callused I'd say, maybe middle class? Surely no stranger to travel*

The small man raised his head and took a long and loud sniff of the air.

"You smell funny." He finally said before placing a hand over his mouth quickly, "I'm sorry *Different*."

He stepped back and clutched his hands together behind his back.

"I am Tiny Vik, how can I help you today? Would you care for something to drink? Eat?"
Nathan
Belladonna of Taemar
Vik's swamp, Akno

The woman looked at him, eyebrow raised, as he examined her.

"We're in a swamp an *I* Am what smells funny?" She said, with certain entertainment in her voice "That's a really kind offer, maybe later..." She slowly and gracefully walked around, observing the place, as she spoke "You see, I've been told you offer your help to people who come to you, that you're powerful, and that you know some people that I *Really* Must meet." She stopped and looked at the tiny man "Is it true sir? Cause in that case, I would like to negotiate some stuff with you"

Her face was a little bit less stoic than before, with the slightest smile on her lips.
Thomas
Tiny Vik
Vik's Funland, Akno

"It's true I'm a bringer of gifts to those in need. And I am known to strike a deal or two around Marin." He scratched his golden chin eagerly as he thought to himself.

"But what could I possibly offer someone like you?" He giggled after his question, causing the thralls in the clearing to pause briefly and wince.
Nathan
Belladonna of Taemar
Vik's swamp, Akno

A grin appeared on her face as she heard him speak.

"Oh my good sir, you have so much you can offer me... I'm sure you must have heard of the inquisition against magic practicioners that happened a decade ago; I'm looking for information on any person who was involved, specially nobility, or even the person that ordered it all... But that last one would be too much to ask for."

Her eyes wandered down untill they are fixed on the fire, the dancing flames refelcting on her eyes and giving them an even reddish look.

"Also... Given the fact that your *Abilities* Particularly stand out, as I can sense, it would be an honor for me to become allies in this crazy world" She said as she stared at the flames. She had a love-hate relationship with fire, but she couldn't resist watching the hipnotizing dance of the flames.