Wesley
ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1
Tom
``` Dear Tarin Vo, 

My name is Aaliyah Sinclair, I'm seeking aid and only you can help me. I've heard your a man who's been cursed without even an ounce of mana, but that you're very strong. Please meet me within the Velaris Forests. Enclosed in this package is a down payment and a seeking stone, it'll glow brighter as you get closer. Please, please hurry. Only you can help.``` 

A strange package delivered to one Tarin Vo by a young man with sandy blonde hair, aviator goggles and a riding on a flying broom. The package is untampered with and handled with great care by the delivery man, who sits on his broom watching Tarin open it. Within the package is in fact a Seekers Stone and a large, flawless diamond that would likely sell for an incredible amount of gold. 

The postman nods when he sees that Tarin has opened it and once again mounts his broom, however he rides it quite strangely. He seems to stand on mounts upon it like a skateboard, rather than sit upon it. Tipping his hat, the bristles would ignite and he'd explode upwards into the sky upon the broom, spiraling towards the clouds. 

It seems that the mercenary has received another strange request. Will he take it and embark on a new journey, or will he ignore it and let his destiny shift in a new direction?
Cary
"***Um... Thanks?***"

The cursed man said as he took the package from the young man, his confusion every growing as he began to open it. Finding the seeker stone and diamond he pockets them both while reading the letter detailing why he was sent this package, his eyes only flicking to verifying the young man was still there for the moment.

"*Only I can? That doesn't sound right. Velaris forests... Great, a chance to stretch my legs. If this turns out to be another quest to save someone and I meet a little creature that helps me along the way I'm gonna be very upset.*"

His internal dialogue is one of humor but understanding, it's not often he's sent a message directly asking for him. Only time that happens is when the Empress' spymaster has a new job for him so to have this Aaliyah Sinclair ask for him personally is quite the oddity. Once the young man left, Tarin approving of his stance on the broom, the mercenary pondered for a moment. He could pocket the diamond and be done with it, he doesn't know who this supposed woman is and he doesn't owe her anything...

"*C'mon Tarin.*" He grumbled as the part of him that is a decent person began to usher him on the path to assisting another person in need. Pulling out the seeker stone from his pocket the cursed man held up the stone and moved it around until it began to gently glow.

"***Off to save someone else once again it seems.***" With a small chuckle the cursed man began to walk in the direction the seeker stone guided him on, slowly turning his walk into a run which then became a sprint- soon enough the misbegotten son of heaven was rushing at full speed towards wherever this stone wanted him to go.

Off on another quest to save someone, another journey that could very well see him end up dead for trying to do the right thing- how wonderful.
Wesley
```Some Time Later...```
Tom
After traveling the distance needed, Tarin would find himself deep in the massive and ancient trees of Velaris. High above him beyond the boughs and the thick leaves, glimmers of starlight flicker through and moon beams cast vibrant spotlights through the darkness. The dancing of fireflies and the songs of night, hooting and croaking and the grinding of crickets. Yet even beyond all that, the superhuman ears of the half eleven mercenary could pick up the secret song of the wind through the leaves. A tune as old as the nine realms themselves, a whispering of the wood telling tales of when the gods walked the earth. 

The Seeker Stone was glowing brightly and with his superhuman endurance and speed, Tarin would find himself coming into a clearing where a crystal pool only ankle deep sat, the water vibrant and fresh. A marble column sat in the center of it and upon that column was a statue of a Satyr playing a pan flute. Staring at the statue was a woman who wore a bracelet, a twin to the seeker stone sitting in it and glowing gently. 

To say the woman was beautiful was an understatement of the highest degree. Golden blonde hair like the sunlight upon the brilliant Imperia Fields, soft and cream colored skin perfectly caressed by the sun, a light splattering of freckles across her cheeks and a slender nose, with eyes as blue as the sky. She wore lilac clothing and was barefoot, staring at the statue in deep thought. 

Her heartbeat was like a mockingbirds wings, faster than any creatures should be and yet, no smell of fear or nerves. She despite the glow and his speed, she did not seem to notice his arrival. 

What an odd scene...