<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0000FF">Adrian Adonis</span></span></div><br/><br/>As usual, Gwennedrill was dependably quiet and orderly when Adrian had arrived from his hunt. After the years of refuge in this place, he had grown to prefer the peace over the bustling streets of Oldin. The one exception to this, of course, was the very excited Outwaller girl who was now dragging him through the town, asking more questions than he could properly process.<br/><br/>“Alright, slow down,” he chuckled, raising his hands in defeat. “What do you say we get these off of my back first?” he shrugged to indicate the pelts that lay across his shoulders.<br/><br/>He recalled that she had bombarded him with similar questions last year. In fact, Greta had been talking about the new exiles pretty much all week. Adrian’s answers remained the same. “They’re called hoverboards,’ he would have said. “It’s not magic, it’s electricity and magnetic fields,” he’d corrected. “They’re not being ‘freed’, it’s an exile,” he would have lectured her sternly. Of course, Greta never really took his words seriously; the concepts of the city were actually quite difficult to explain to someone who had never been there. But it was nice to have at least one person who accepted the exiles with open arms. In fact, that was likely the only reason Adrian had grown close to her over the years.<br/><br/>Greta nodded to his proposal, tagging along as he changed his course for the marketplace. It was a routine now; Adrian would often hunt wild game in the nearby forests and sell the pelts to merchants. Most of them didn’t really like him, but they wouldn’t refuse a good trade. As for him, well, they were his only reliable source of metals such as steel and lead.<br/><br/>“About Oldin,” Adrian decided to bring up the topic since Greta seemed to take interest in the exiles. “I might head down to the wall sometime soon. See who ended up getting drawn this year.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t necessarily the most productive use of his time, but it was only an annual event. And a big one at that.