Heather
Violet
Monustes, Northern Terresol

Violet was tired of explaining herself to this boy over and over again. And the longer she spent with this boy, the more she realized the danger she was putting him in. They didn't trust each other, couldn't rely on one another. And he didn't exactly know just how wanted of a woman she was. Their alliance was a miscalculation on her part. He'd be better off on his own, if she was being honest with herself. She herself posed more danger to him than anyone else could. More than three times now she had fantasized about gutting the boy. Her curse would rear its ugly head eventually. She'd kill him before the day was out, she was sure of that. 

"I can't be around you, I was foolish. I have to go. Take your belongings and go back to your home."

Violet suddenly boarded the horse, and without so much as a glance towards the boy she and the horse took off down the road.
Marvin
William Guiscard
Nasaris Estate

"A little but not by a lot. I must be careful, dear", said William as he took one step forward and brought his hands around his wife. "We must be careful. When Basir finds whomever was responsible and I declare my challenge, I expect things will get worse". She herself had said that their enemies would be capable of anything. William knew of ways to coat weapons with poison, spike the food or a drink of an oppenent before a fight to weaken him, other tricks that people used. 
"And to think that I thought this would be as simple as saying a few words in front of Wisdom. Well, in a way it was". He had in fact said a few words before a Wisdom. The tough part came after. But William was determined to push forward, especially when there were so many things at stake.
Anna
Elsabet Olson
Monustes, Northern Terresol

Mornings were always a quiet affair for Elsabet. She woke in a small apartment cramped above another cramped apartment, her huge hulking beast of a dog usually took up most of the bed save a sliver at the side.

Cú had been a welcome companion since her husband's passing. He was a loyal friend and guard and kept her on her feet and made her feel a little less mental when she spoke aloud to herself in her bedroom. He whined as she disturbed the bedclothes and burrowed deeper into his pillow with a huff and Elsie let out a laugh,"Good morning to you too."

In a moment she sat before a small mirror and began braiding her hair in two, letting her fingers fall into the automatic pattern of a three strand braid then looped them around her head like a crown, sewing them in place with an embroidery needle and thread. Doing her hair always allowed her for some time to think or a way to ground herself on days where she didn't feel quite herself.

When she was dressed in a simple linen shirt, Cotten trousers, boots and some light armour she left the house, locking her door as she and Cú trotted down the stairs and onto the streets. The noise of the bustling town filled Elsabet's ears as it truly reminded her how much she missed being on the road. She would trade a noisy town for hooves and footsteps any day.

The mercenary carried herself with the posture of a knight - proud and tall (and/or utterly full of herself, on some days) even when dark bags had started to creep across her face and her ankles clicked when her feet made particularly harsh steps on the foor.

A street away from her favourite tavern, the retired knight's eyes caught on a woman riding off from the town, leaving behind an almost-man that stood, seemingly perplexed as she cantered off. *Well, that didn't look good* She thought.

"Hey, kid!" She called over to him in new soltongue, approaching him with as open body language as she could. Cú padded alongside her with a dopey expression, a slobbery tongue sticking out of one side."Are you okay? Looks like you 'n' your sweetheart left things badly. Need a drink?"