Eleanor
Giallo Strizzare
Schweingott Moore

The boy stayed out of sight right behind Lei, just like a shadow, even keeping his feet directly behind the man's and matching his steps. If trouble arose Giallo would emerge seemingly from out of nowhere, like a deep sea predator from the murky depths, his blood just as cold.

He didn't feel righteous anger or a sense of injustice, after all he'd done far worse things than a mere kidnapping many a time. He was in no position to point fingers, but Czerich's disappearance had caused him great distress and he felt naught but a severe desire to channel what he felt into the tip of his stiletto. He almost hoped that there were actual kidnappers, but for the time being he stayed silent and listened carefully.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore.

While Sir Verandus went to talk to the guard captain, Kiervan went to make some money.
He had lost all his his belongings, save for his purse, and most of what he had in there were essentials. Exept...

The compass. The compass was broken. That's what he tried to sell.

He went to a merchant, snd tried to convince him to give him 30 copper pieces for it.

The merchant, a grey skinned man missing half his teeth, answered by shaking his head.
"Best I can do is 20," He said.

"25," Replied Kiervan.

"35, take it or leave it."

Wait what? Kiervan was dumbfounded, but he wouln't let the opportunity pass by. He took the coins.
On his way out, he noticed with the corner of the eye several crystal jars filled to the brim with shrooms 🍄

Okay. He had some money. Next stop was getting new clothes and a new blade...
Tommie
" Figured, " The knight responded and nodded a few times after talking with the guard he knew about while Kiervan heads off to sell some of his stuff so he could has some money. The guard said they hasn't seen any merchant or people arrived recently. " Thank you, " The sir expressed his gratitude for the guard for the information as he gave him a respectful bow. 

As he turned, he then noticed two people stood in behind of him. But they wasn't looking at him. They were looking at something way behind him as one of them mentioned the name of young lad Kiervan surname. Which allow Bryan realized what was going for a short moment. *I think we has found what we looking for.* His thoughts about it and gave a small smile to the two lads. " Greetings, " He said, giving a respectful nod to the two people. "You must be Kiervan companions. " He stated.

" Your friend has just went off to sell off his stuff. " The knight pointed out. " I'm sure he'll come back soon. " He said, trying to ensure the young lads companions while he offer his right hand to the blacksmith as a means to shake his hand. " Sir Bryan Verandus, you are? " He introduced himself to the two and he asked about it.
Elizabeth
Lei soon realized that the man he was talking to was in fact just some other random mud covered town citizen. The man just stared at the mysterious blacksmith with a questioning gaze before walking off. Lei just smiled at him nervously and laughed quietly. "Oh.. Ha ha... Oops?" 

The blacksmith then looked towards the knight as he introduced himself and Lei smiled, happy to meet a new person. "Thank you so much Sir." Lei firmly shook his hand and gave him a nod before pulling the scarf off his face. "Lei Linas, a travelling blacksmith, and this is my friend Giallo." He stepped aside and gestured towards him with a warm smile. "I'm so glad that Czerich is doing alright. We lost him back at the swamp and worried something might have happened to him. I'm guessing he got lost and ran into you?"
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Scweingott Moore

The tiny door of the turned out to be the entrance to an enourmous undergound bazaar. Schweingott was as unredictable as always. And the bazaar wasn't the only thing in that dungeon. Benath the iron grill of the floor, the dense smoke of the foundries made it's way up to Kiervan's face. There were few torches, but the the molten slag being poured over the Hog dung of the severs was more than enough to illuminate the place.

"You must be one 'em rich "Lors" From House B'eal," Said an old lady. She appeared behind Kiervan and the scare almost made him fall over.
"I'm... Not?"
"Ye' can't fool me. I can' ee the fine silks in y'er clothing."

Fine silks? Kiervan took a look at his tunic. It was ruined, but behind the mud, one could still appreciate the Azaryan embroidery over the deep blue of the fabric.
The old lady had thought he was a noble because of his tunic. She was mistaken, but there was no denying that the tunic Kiervan was wearing wasn't too inconspicuous. This was going to be a problem. It was a good thing that the old shopkeeper had noticed it now.

"I have an offer for you," He told her.
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When he went back to the garrison post, his appearence had changed entirely. Instead of the clean and sheltered academic, the Czerich that came out of the bazaar looked more like a rural piligrim than a metropolitan scholar. He had traded his tunic, and insted wore the rags of the inhabitants of Scweingott Moore. The fabric of this new attire tunic was grey, and in the back he carried the two or three more sets of clothing he had managed to exchange for the original. He wondered if Sir Bryan would recognize it.
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Scweingnott Moore

"Nice to meet you, Linas. " The Knight responded as he shook the blacksmith firmly and smiled. " Gratitude is unnecessary, my friend. His life is already a god gift to him. So, no need to repay myself about it. I was just lucky to be there." He pointed out and grinned.

" ...Well, " He grimaced as he rubs the back of his hair for a moment while he take a look around the place before looking back at them as the blacksmith mentioned about how he find Kiervan.

 " Apparently, I found your friend laying down nearby a river at the woods unconscious during yesterday evening." The knight stated." I was wandering around the woods on my horse until I came upon him. He didn't has much of a wound, but he was soaked in wet and barely breathing. So, I assumed he was got caught by something in the river or sort." He explained to the two lads before he was cuts off by the newly arrival of Kiervan who wore a new set of shirt now.

Impressed, Bryan pats Kiervan shoulder. " Good looking at there, must has a hard time after selling those few stuffs you still has left, aye?" He asked and brought up a small smile upon his face.
John
**Queen Lucrezia Scheer, King Dennon Bigsby, Kirk Pinewood
After the Wedding Reception, Castle Grunewald**

"Hey Denny, *Hiccup* Why don't we put that Hog God fertility statue to use tonight?" Lucrezia suggested as she stumbled down the hallway toward their room for the night. She had partaken heavily in the festivities of the evening.

"We're leaving in the morning. Perhaps we should get right to sleep." Even if Dennon had felt that the night of his best friend's wedding would be a good night to consummate his own marriage, he didn't want that giant stone pig staring at his rear end in bed.

"You're no fun."

Dennon opened the door as their reached their room and followed Lucrezia inside. Something seemed off. "Lucrezia, does our room look different to you?"

**. . .**

"What is that thing!?" Kirk exclaimed upon returning to his room.

*Dear Lord and Lady Pinewood,

It would be an immeasurable honor for House Grunewald if the heir conceived from such a momentous political union be on Taemarian soil. For aiding this process, we have placed this sacred Hog God statue in your bedchambers. Use it well, and your sons will be plentiful.

Sincerely,
King Gregor Grunewald*