Joyce
Stern Logarsh, forest of Gorangrad

The response from the child made Stern fairly certain that, as long as both him and the fairly slaughter happy lady on his left were keeping an eye on the child, there was certainty of her not trying to attack them or turn into an animal.
Stern pulled the spear back and eyed Tanyth his eyes covered by the hood, which only left his tusks and beard showing. "Put your sword away and check our surroundings, I'll take care of this matter."
Stern could instinctively percieve the fear of the little girl and yet he believed that, by following what his mentor taught him, he could have solved the mystery of a little girl wandering the snowy woods with an axe.
The 7'5 feet tall paladin kneeled towards the little girl, his right hand was still holding firmly onto the spear. He tried to speak softly, a feat almost impossible due to his almost demonic voice. "Greetings, little one... What are you doing all alone in the woods?"
The hunter had never found himself talking to a child who wasn't a member of his now lost tribe. It felt fairly... Difficult.
George
Tanyth Carven, Forest of gorangrad

The Mercenary nodded and took her hand off her sword, letting the hand holding the still sheathed weapon hang at her side. "Stay in sight, even if she isn't a shifter it may be following her." She said calmly, walking behind the girl and following the way she'd come from. She made sure to stay within Stern's line of sight, and frequently looked back at him to ensure he hadn't been attacked.

She needed to work on her people skills, children weren't like adukts... They were safe and usually pretty trustworthy. She shouldn't scare them, *"I'll do better, be better."* She mumbled quietly to herself.
Gabriel
Once all the Warriors had arrived to the gathering area Damien Brass greeted them all individually. Damien Brass had turned to Lumikki and given her a warm smile, Damien: "Yes you are correct ma'am", Damien had then turned to the other fighters. Damien: "Now if you all would like follow me I shall guide you into the arena", Damien had said a bit timidly as he had started to guide the warriors into the arena, the roars of the crowd had been heard even before they had entered the arena. 

David Brass had then sat upon his large chair in the royal viewing area of the arena, the viewing area had a great view of the whole arena, David had looked down at the mud covered arena its wooden structure stood strong. 

The warriors had began to approached the centre of the arena and David had watched the warriors with interest, David had been impressed by how difference they all had been, but still David hadn't held his breath that anyone of these warriors where yet worthy to serve him or House Brass.

David chuckled as he had stood up David had then shooed off the women that had been sitting on his lap and rubbing his shoulders. 
David: "Anyway whores!" His voice had risen as he snapped at the women, as they had run off David approached the end of the balcony, David had gave all the warriors a grin then spoke loudly and proudly
Towards the fighters.

David: "You all know the rules there are non, armed with only the strength of your bodies and minds, a true test for any fighter". 
David had then gestured to the large crowd that had been growing as David spoke, "This is our moment my people, follow true seafarers of The Horn Hills, today we prove in this moment we are strong, we are worth the Sea's we rule over ".
David had then pointed down towards warriors "We are worth dying for" The crowd cheered loudly as Damien looked toward the fighters and sighed deeply. 

The winds of the north had started to blow a cold bitter wind as David had said loudly "WE LIVE AND DIE BY THE SEA!" The crowd echoed David's words.
David then had looked down at the warriors once again as the wind blew colder "I don't need to tell you what your fighting for you already now that, don't disappoint me or you'll die by my hand not your opponents".

David had said coldly towards the fighters before he'd returned to his large seat.
Damien had slowly walked forward and announced the first contest "Sir Edmund Silverstep step forth and will The Lord Of" Damien clears his throat, "Excuse me I apologise for that, I mean The Overlord Of Leviathan's Den first of his name Thorod Lockbeard step forth!" Damien voice had echoed through the arena, Thorod steps forth a large man Thorod made deep marks in the mud with each step he'd took, Thorod had then turned to Edmund Thorod: "Death or crippled it's your choice" As Thorod had said this toward Edmund,
Damien guided the other warriors out of the way of the fight soon to being.
Douglas
Senbenuel Khester

The Horn Hills

"Kind of him to give him a choice I think. Crippled might be the right way to go though yeah?" Sen tied the blindfold around his face tighter. "I do honestly hope this doesn't count as body armor, wouldn't want my opponent to be disturbed and all" It would be easy to become perplexed by Sen's situation, he talked as if anyone around him honestly gave a shit about what he was saying.
Esther
She retreated further back into the coat, and the thick snow as he kneeled down to her. She held the axe even tighter as she gulped, preparing to respond. 

**"I-I'm... Running away!"**

She nodded as she hid her face. She spoke softly and timidly, her red hair draping over her eyes as she looked up at Stern.

**"I-I'm sorry I disturbed you... You two..."**

She whined softly.
Alisha
Lumikki Eisenhald 
Horn hills brawling Arena

Lumikki pulled her hood over her head as the bitter winds nipped at her exposed cheeks. Staying silent, she listened to the man, hanging off of every word. The wolf had stayed close to her for now, eyeing others as they passed. Lumikki had over heard the blind man talking, he sounded nervous, like her. She walked over, the beast followed, and placed a hand on his shoulder without a word. It was a warm sensation from both ends. She pat it twice, then walked out of the brawling arena, as the first match was to begin shortly. 

It wasn't even her turn and she already felt her insides churning with anxiety.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, forest of Gorangrad.

Stern nodded before searching his bag. He clenched his fist around the object before presenting it to the child. It was a carved piece of oak wood shaped into a sparrow. 
The greenskin moved slowly, the same way he would have moved when trying to approach a stag or a hare. Each of his movements was careful and slow. 
"We are not going to harm you, come with me so you can rest. This forest is dangerous and I promise I will take you to the nearest village." 
Stern's actions and behaviour seemed to be more human than he looked, portraying a natural predisposition to parenthood and yet remained nothing but instincts in the mind of the hunter. 
The fact that a child was trusting a green skinned giant was odd to say the least. Stern looked up at Tanyth, nodding to himself as his way to appreciate the initiative of the mercenary. "There's nothing following the child, you can come back." Stern's nose was doing its job brilliantly, even tho he was expecting the shifter to be smart enough to cover its smell... The paladin saw the opportunity to bluff because, in case the shifter would actually have been around, it would have kept a certain level of confidence.
George
Tanyth Carven 
Forest of Gorangrad

The Mercenary stared into the forest for a moment longer, "Where are you, creature? Why do you wait?" She growled softly to herself before finally turning around and heading back toward Stern and the child. "So what is a wee lamb like this one doing out here with the wolves?" She asked as she drew close enough for the child to hear her, the tone she used was soft and kind... The same gentle tone her mothers had used to sooth her when she was fussy. It was a stark contrast to how she'd been just moments before... And with how she'd been with Stern.
Raul
Catarina Tanner
The Witherlands, Barrmount Manor

Catarina's breath caught in her chest at the sound of the door being opened and the appearance of the lady of the manor. Her eyes widened, causing them to bulge a bit from her shrunken face, and she couldn't help but stare at the woman that stood before her. She had not been prepared to have the door opened by the lady herself. Rather, she had assumed that one of the servants would answer the door and she would be brought before the head butler or something. Never would she have imagined this! Sibyl was the picture of elegance and grace, and the dress she wore was one of the most vibrant that Cat had seen since leaving Terresol. It filled her with a pang of longing, for a moment. How was Mireli? Was Charity taking good care of her? Did she now wear brilliantly colored dresses like this? She knew that Charity would be able to give Mireli a better life than she could have given her... 

She quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the woman before her. She suddenly felt more drab and plain then ever, like a wilting flower. Like a dandelion in the middle of a rose garden. Sibyl's intense, withering gaze only made Catarina wilt more, and she cast her eyes downward as she ducked into the house. Although she didn't look around, she could instantly sense the magnificence of the manor. It had a clean, crisp sense to it; prim and proper—so far from the squalor that Cat had known for so much of her life! More than that, it was warm, and for the first time in quite some time, she did not feel the bitter chill of winter's claws against her skin.

She kept her gaze down and removed the cap from her head, holding it awkwardly in her hands and fiddling with it as she said, "I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am." She carefully chose her words and spoke in the most proper way she could. She had received some education while in Terresol, and at the moment, she put it to good use. "I didn't..." She stopped herself, then instead said in a voice that was a bit more confident, "I'm not here to beg for anything, ma'am. I would never trouble you looking for a handout, but someone in the village said that you might be able to help me. Do you need any work done? I'd be happy to work for you, in exchange for a bit of food. I can do housework or whatever you need me to do! I might not look it, but I'm strong and useful! I can do whatever you need done!" Only then did she finally gather the courage to raise her eyes to meet Sibyl's gaze, her own eyes intent and pleading as she looked into those chilly ones, like the first frosts that came and withered away the last of summer's flowers.
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Forest of Gorangrad

There wasn't much signs of trust in her eyes, nor in her voice. Just a lot of fear, and a bit of desperation. She **Still** Cluchted the axehead tight in her hands as she took a shaky breath in. 

**"I-I'm fine. I'm a tough girl I-I can take care of myself."**

She was still in her shell-like coat as she spoke, the thick fur hushing her voice a bit. She put a hand to her side and pushed herself up to a sit, as she hugged her axe.
Joyce
Stern Logarsh, Forest of Gorangrad.

Stern stood up with her, demonstrating once again his gargantuan physique. The girl wasn't taller than his mid thigh and definitely small enough to be lifted and carried with ease, something that Stern couldn't help but consider as useful information. "Strong girl or not, you cannot venture into the woods alone." Stern put the wooden sparrow back into his bag and eyed the axe.

 "Your father must be a strong man."

Stern caressed his beard before introducing himself. "My name is Stern Logarsh of The Boar Clan, Knight of the Order if the White Rose... May I know your name, strong girl?"
George
Tanyth Carven 
Forest of Gorangrad

Tanyth was eyeing the woodline, watching and listening. "Mine is Tanyth Carven, I am a Mercenary. Our camp is just in that cave there," She said with a motion of her free hand. Her eyes fell on the girl, and she smiled warmly, "You remind me of myself... I have no doubts you are strong and capable, but if you listen to only one thing that I say from one tough girl to another-" She held her hand put to the girl, "-there's nothing wrong with accepting a little help when things get hard."
Esther
Mirian Trunth, Forest of Gorangrad

Mirian looked to the man, rubbing her nose, which was red from the cold. She nodded and huffed.

**"I'm... I'm Mirian. Mirian Trunth."**

She then looked to Tanyth, and listened to her before Tanyth. Offered out her hand. She took a long breath as she thought the whole situation over, the voices in her head pitching their two sense in.

*"They're going to hurt you, or sell you off as a slave or something. Don't trust them."*

*"They're big and strong. They can teach you to protect yourself, ya little runt."*

Ect, ect. She eventually nodded and put her hand in Tanyth's, standing to her feet.