<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dudleymall.co.uk/loclhist/rayner/lr_streetscene_tewkesburyquery.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Logan Riddick and Connor O'Fearghail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A Dark Corner in the Thirsty Turtle<br/><br/>Connor, his cloak drawn tight around him, stared out across the raging water of the White River. He nudged a pebble loose from the embankment and watched it roll down the few feet that separated him from the edge of the River. The small splash it made was unheard, the din of the frothing water masking all other sounds. Lights beckoned to him from the other side, where a small colony of homes and  buildings had sprung up on the Wild side of the river. He knew that many years before, his father had crossed this very same river, a hundred yards further up at the ferry crossing, and set up an encampment where those buildings stood today. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at the thought.<br/><br/>Now, all these years later, Connor was finally following in the footsteps of his father, albeit as an unemployed Mercenary commanding no company. Quite a difference, but so were their reasons. A few moments later and Connor turns on his heels, scrambling up the slight incline that brought him back onto level ground with the rest of Tetrarch. Here, the buildings were huddled closer together, spreading out over more ground, with the majority of the towns population nestled in its confines. The rear of the Thirsty Turtle was a few short steps away. Master Logan Riddick, his longtime friend, father figure, and guardian, stood on the porch smoking a pipe as he waited for Connor.<br/><br/>"Nearly there, lad." Logan says, letting out a puff of smoke. "Tomorrow is only a few hours away. But first we've got some business to attend to. You know as well as I that two men alone in the wilderness stand no chance."<br/><br/>"Aye, Logan, aye. One thing I have learned from all my short years is that nothing is ever easy. It just feels like...dejavu...or something. I've been waiting for this moment for most of my life and I feel like I've been here before. Its....not quite what I was expecting." Connor responds, jumping up onto the porch, moving towards the door.<br/><br/>"Well said, my son, well said." Logan mumbled, out of earshot as Connor shouldered his way inside. Logan followed suite only after dumping the ash from his pipe off the deck, slipping it inside his own cloak pocket.<br/><br/>The Thirsty Turtle reeked of Ale, Smoke, and Leather as he stepped inside. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light inside and found Connor already sitting at their table, his cloak drawn tightly around his body, masking his face with shadows. The boy had been on edge ever since arriving in Tetrarch, constantly on his guard like he was back with the Company, only this time he was worried about being recognized and heckled. His fathers ill-fated charge into the wilds still lived on as legends around these parts and Connor did not want to think what that could mean for the likes of himself. And Logan could not blame the kid.<br/><br/>Grabbing two mugs of ale, Logan marched over to join his charge, sitting at the table, his own hood thrown back for all to see. The Inn Keeper knew who he was and would direct all those who had read the posting to their table. Logan just hoped it wouldn't be the usual scum off the rug. The threat of the Wilds took out most of those seeking money, so he hoped that a decent lot would make their faces shown soon.