Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Road to Cisna.

Rain, lots of it... 
The sound of heavy drops against the wooden top of the small cart was amplified inside it, making the seemingly relaxing sound a torture for Stern's pointy and sensitive ears, but at least it kept him from thinking about the claustrophobic space he was confined in.
The orc was sitting with his legs crossed in what could have been easily described as a big, wooden box on weels. No windows save for some holes in the sides, not bigger than a coin, but enough to avoid the orc's asfissiation. 
The hunter sighed, resting his back against the inner side of the box. He searched his bag, pulling out of it a book which seemed extremely small compared to his hands. Stern opened it and began reading, guiding his eyes with a finger under each word and letter, stopping whenever the word was too difficult to understand and folding a corner of the page where he found said word in order to ask about it later, just as Vigi told him to do. 
Looking back at several weeks before that moment, Stern was but a brutish stranger who stumbled his way into civilization. He was a Squire of the White Roses now, an apprentice and student of both the Holy Tomes of the Duel Goddesses and the Sacred Hunt.

His mind tracing its way back to the day he received his robes. The same robes he was wearing at the moment, yet this was the first time he was wearing them outside the Bulwark, the first time he exited his new home to hunt. The Order had been very clear about his situation: Success meant becoming a true White Rose and be accepted by the other paladins as a Brother Squire, failure meant being left outside the walls of the Bulwark forever and maybe being hunted for his inhuman features... 
Features which had kept every other paladin away from him, treating him like a dangerous creature, a monster and a possible new prey. Only exceptions were Master Librarian Vigi and Brother Knight Alabet, who surprisingly kind of enjoyed his company.
Orgun had been left at the Bulwark waiting for the orc's return. The wolf was growing rather quickly and Stern could tell that the pup wasn't a simple wolf by its scent... 
A sudden bump in the road and the consequent collision between the orc's hooded head and the ceiling of the "Box" Stopped the flow of memories.

Stern growled and knocked on the side of the wooden cart "Are we close?" He asked with a definitely annoyed and raspy tone. His linguistic skills were definitely getting better, something that, when found out by Vigi, made him giggle in ways no elder had ever giggled. Definitely a proof of Stern's natural adaptability, or just the fact that Vigi had a new subject to study on...
Karen
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade
Road to Cisnaa

"Nearly there!" Called the Warren, the carriage driver for this particular trip. Though he would have preferred to wait out of the rain like any normal man would have, the alternative was doubly problematic. On one hand it would mean staying in the cramped confines of the wagon with their new brother, an orc whom Warren still held doubts on. Additionally, and potentially more troubling was the prospect of having the young scholar Alabet Havar drive the wagon. As such the options were slim, and the veteran of the order found himself sitting hunched in the rain while the steady fall of rain drummed a steady beat on his helmet. Beside him sat his counterpart, sitting just as hunched with a heavy cloak pulled around him to fight the rain off. "We should see it coming up here any minute now!" Alabet added, shuffling in his seat and minding the crossbow sitting hidden in his lap, a small thing meant to be used should bandits try and waylay the travelers.
Stephen
Stern Logarsh, Road to Cisna

"My thanks" The orc replied quickly as he put the book away. On the blue leather cover, the simbol of the Roses and beneath it the title "Codex spinae", words wich Vigi made sure Stern pronounced correctly. That book was the true soul of the Order, the rules and sacred words written by the wisest paladins of the Order throughout the lapse of centuries. Book which the orc was very fond of, finding a purpose among its pages. To him, the knowledge of the Order was just like the runes his tribe used to pray to during solstices, glyphs more ancient than the trees growing in Taemar and a written compendium of great legends and teachings of past generations. 
As the orc's mind traveled through the musty fields of memory, he checked his gear: under his tunic he was wearing padded armor, thick enough to stop an arrow with ease from point blank, his gauntlets with silver knuckles bearing the words " Silver shall cleanse the impure" Engraved into the inner straps. His reinforced boots where in check. He wasn't wearing other armor, yet the book indicated changes as the rank in the Order changed. The last thing was a long spear with a broad blade, weapon used by all squires.
He started sharpening it.
Shirley
"Fine, I suppose you are correct," He looked down at the map again. "So how have things been since the last time I was here?" 

"The same, nothing much has changed over the past three years. On that topic, what brings you back to Azarya? Did you get in trouble abroad?" The Baron gave a hardy chuckle. 

"No, I came to visit the Rangers guild, felt I should stop to visit you again first. I was planning to take up quests in the local region," Andrej's voice was low once more, he had crossed his arms and began looking at his arms. 

"I see, it is nice you are back home, Azarya has been seeing more bandits as of recent in the north, very sad to see crime in our lands," The Baron was about to continue, but was suddenly interrupted. 

The door to the room swung open once again, a armored guard came in, "Sir, you have visitors it seems, there is a carriage approaching the castle," The guard was a younger man and seemed very timid. 

The Baron got up and walked to the door saying on his way out, "Andrej, let's say hello to your new partners," He then walked out of the room. 

Andrej, truly frustrated with the matter got up and walked out of the room towards the stairs that led to the ground floor. He could only see who was to accompany him on the quest.
Karen
Alabet Havar
Warren Klade
Cisna gates

With a quick knock the driver slid back a small window on the carriage, grunting at his passenger. "Right then. Here we are. Remember we're guests in this little backwater so be polite please?" His tone of voice made it clear that he wasn't overly hopeful for a positive outcome. As the veteran climbed down from the drivers seat the younger scholar stuck his head to the window. "Ah.. What he means is follow all the teachings... And ah... No challenging anyone to fist fights yea?" With that clarification out of the way he hopped down from his own spot, glancing up at the rain and holding a hand out to it.
Shirley
**Gates of Cisna Castle, Azarya**
*Guards of the Town*

The rain poured heavily over the town. Most of the guards were on a break in the small barracks structure next to the building, likely playing one of their many card games. There stood a single guard behind the rising iron door entrance of the gatehouse. Two guards, armed with crossbows were also standing on the two turret towers overlooking the main entrance. Finally, a single guard, the captain of the lot, stood on the railing between the two turret towers, where the opening gate function is directly operated from. 

"Who goes there?" The Captain called over the rain. "Please state your business, the number of your party, and where you come from!"