Heather
Marsila Vema
Vallen, Taemar

She hadn't seen the man stumble in front of her Stallion but luckily for the man, Romia had. Marsila was forced to lean her body forward while holding tightly onto the reins so she wasn't thrown when the stallion reared in fright from the man's sudden appearance. 

"What the hell Romia?!" She yelled out, not yet noticing the man until the stallion lowered. When he did, Marisla caught sight of the intoxicated man. How idiotic was he to think it was a smart idea to jump in front of a horse? Regaining her balance on the saddle, Marsila's gaze pierced down towards the stranger in annoyance before shaking her head disapprovingly. "Are you asking for a deathwish?" She asked with an irritable tone, occasionally looking back towards the tavern doors as she expected one of the patrons to storm out. After her second glance, a large burly man marched out from the tavern and took no more than three steps before collapsing onto the ground when one of his legs tripped over the other. Marsila winced slightly when his head hit the ground with an audible thud, knocking him out cold. Seeing as the alcohol in his system took him out before he had the chance to release his anger out on the woman, Marsila turned back towards the stranger who had jumped in front of her horse. "What were you thinking? Jumping in front of a horse like that?"
Robert
Sir Heath Romanov 
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Heath slipped out of the room for a moment to deal with the shifter and bleeding prince situation, seeing as Lord Stafford had decided that he would be most useful posted outside the door. "You alright, mate?" Heath said in passing. He sighed loudly at the sight of the Grunewald servant attempting to free Cecilia. He grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and pulled him back 

"Nein!" Kenmath shrieked. 

"You wouldn't survive if she comes to," Heath said. Prince Nickles watched from the ground. His leg hole was no longer bleeding. His blood clotted at five times the speed of a normal human. 

"Feed me pastries," Nickles demanded of Heath. 

"Later," Heath said, dismissively. He yanked the sword from Cecilia and let her limp form fall into his arms. "*You*, show me the dungeons quickly." Kenmath nodded and began to sprint. Heath followed. 

The Grunewald dungeons were located far underneath the castle, in the damp and dark basement. The iron bars of the cells were thick and barely spaced apart. The light pattering of rats scurrying around echoed through the chambers. Kenmath opened a cell and Heath placed Cecilia on the wet ground. Her wound already seemed smaller than it had when they were upstairs. He stepped back and allowed Kenmath to slam the cell shut. 

He swallowed the key with surprising ease as Heath looked on in alarm. 

By the time Heath got back to Anya's chambers, she was stirring awake. He had placed Nickles back in his chambers and told him to sleep. He sat back down on the bed and prepared for her to panic upon awakening. "Cecilia is in the dungeons. She attacked you and you passed out from blood loss. Danico stitched you back up," He said, quietly, "She's alive. She's very hurt, but she's alive."
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
Castle Grunewald, Vallen

Danico exhaled with audible disappointment, though he had no words on the news of Cecilias attack.

"You're welcome. Come an hour or two, I'll bring up more of the ointment for Anya's scar." Wiping his hands of dried blood against his jacket, the alchemist bends down to begin packing away the tools used on the procedure, tearing away the left over silk from his needle. "Careful!" He calls after heath as he carries the still uncontious duchess away, followed soon after by Eric. Looking over at cecillias corpse, alone in the corridor, the alchemist walked over to take a peak. *"You stupid girl."* He thought to himself as he squatted down to investigate the wound where the sword left the body. Blood flowing from the wound, down the sword and onto the ground, Danico pulls out an empty vial from his bag, pulls out the cork and begins filling it with her blood. And again with a second vial. Only seconds after filling the vial Danico heard the soft patter of footsteps in the distance. Not wanting to be cought collecting one of the most potent and dangerous poisons on the continent, he made his presence scarce, walking off to find the kitchens.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin paused for a brief moment, blinking and rubbing his eyes to try and clear his head. He realized what was going on, and frowned. "I'm... Sorry." He said, standing up straight and shaking his head. Someone inside cheered and Arin nodded, and flicked a coin inside. A glass was tossed his way and he caught it, and gulped it down. "The name is Arin by the way. I'm... New around here." He said, resting a foot on top of the man and nudging him. He was out cold. 

Arin popped his neck and sighed. "Though I do suppose I owe you for wasting your time." He said, rubbing his neck. He bent over the man and ran his fingers through his pockets before his eyes opened wide in surprise. "I will take that. You don't have much... Use for it I don't suppose." He said, extracting a money pouch and a dagger. He tossed the money pouch over before sliding the dagger into his belt. He looked up and squinted because of the light. "Anything else?" He asked.
Katherine
**Anyanka Durkhan
Castle Grunewald, Vallen**

There was nothing reassuring about the knowledge that she was alive. He presented everything so factually it made her heart swell and shrink back in her chest, feeling as if she was being scolded for being attacked by _his_ companion. He didn't sound frightened or concerned, only exasperated, every word like a sigh.

"I'll have to give my thanks to Danico, if I ever see him." She noted, her voice almost a whisper as she made the note to herself. The man had disappeared from her court without a word, she wasn't even aware he had been _at_ the council to begin with. Her eyes remained closed and she swallowed the tightness in her throat, all too aware of the way her shoulder pulsed with discomfort. 

"Thank you," She started "For getting me here. You're not obligated to stay. Obviously whatever was happening with the child and that woman is only going to get worse." Her eyes opened, and they moved to him slowly, fighting that quiver of her chin once more. "I'm surprised to see you still here to begin with, in truth."
Heather
Marsila Vema
Vallen, Taemar

When the stranger was given a glass, Marsila couldn't help but tilt her head slightly while looking towards him in judgment. Was it wise for him to continue drinking? She highly doubted it. However Arin didn't stop there and decided to pickpocket the man who knocked himself unconscious. When it was thrown towards her, Marsila caught the pouch with ease before throwing it back towards the man like a game of hot potato. "I have a better idea." She began while throwing her left leg over the stallion's neck until she was facing Arin fully and slid from Romia's back, landing heavily on her feet. "I don't want that asshole's money. But I do need a favour if you're interested in escaping this shit hole of a kingdom?" 

Her gaze never left Arin as she began studying his appearance. By the way he was dressed, the lack of shame when it came to taking the man's coin and the accent he carried with the occasional slur, Marsila had an idea what type of person he was. He would be a perfect companion to help her find and possibly kill the Owl-Griffen mother, considering pirates were skilled in theivery. The youngling however, would remain Marsila's secret. "I'm about to leave for Terrasol and there is a creature I plan on hunting. Did you want to come with me? Rather than be stuck in a town filled with Nobles and Royalty?" 

She hoped he would say yes. Even though he was currently a drunken idiot, she needed all the help she could receive if she was to be successful with the mission given to her. Even though she could heal at a remarkable speed, the dangers she read on this particular beast had Marsila doubting herself.