<div class="floatleft">(http://images.mmorpg.com/images/avatars/Anime_Warrior_by_chaotixwol.jpg)(http://media.animevice.com/uploads/0/7621/297185-dark_assassin_by_atarts_super.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Auron<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Prince of Aserit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Theiri<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Kaniene, Essaline, anyone else.<hr/><br/>Auron sighed mildly, he understood why these peace talks were needed, and he understood why maybe some peace would be good for both countries. What he didn't understand was why the peace talks had to be held in the center of the enemies' power, in the damned capitol, right were the enemy has the best fortifications, and the best trained soldiers. This whole trip was seeming look more and more like a trap than anything else.<br/><br/>As the journey dragged on Auron began to notice how badly the people in Theiri have had it, some seemed to be starving, some sick, and some turning to thievery just to scrape by, the whole scene mad Auron's heart ache for them, they may have been the enemies people, but no one deserves to live like this, Auron never outwardly showed his concern for the people, his expression the same as always, he preferred it this way no one could read him, and it helped to intimidate people. He sighed boredly as he walked, he glanced at his sister and mother, riding on their mighty war horses, Kaniene seemed to be troubled, he'd seen her toss and turn in her sleep, and once he heard a very faint whimper from her. He knew exactly what was plaguing her dreams. For they plagued his as well.<br/><br/>He jogged up to his sister and mother, glancing back at the carriage once to see how it was holding up. Of course nothing had changed about it, though, it looked mighty uncomfortable to ride in, the way it creaked and bounced with every bump in the road. Auron was glad he was walking, the fresh air was nice, and the movement helped keep him physically fit and he hated riding those damned horses, it was so uncomfortable. He looked up at his mother and Sister, but he remained quiet, he had nothing to really say, so he didn't say anything.<br/><br/>As they came upon the entrance the to the city Auron was slightly surprised to see how ill defended it was, a ploy most likely, he instinctively moved his hand to the hilt of his blade, Sereg'Dagnir (http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb57088/inheritance/images/d/dc/Zar'roc_.jpg), the name was in an ancient language that was long forgotten, as was the meaning of the sword's name. His memories flashed back to the moment he got Sereg'Dagnir, his first master gave it to him, it was the master's weapon and it was his gift for the honor of training such a wonderful student, or so the master said. He looked around at the people and  sighed a moment.<br/><br/>A young girl bumped into Auron as he walked with his family, Auron immediately grabbed the girls arm and took his coin purse back from her before opening it and handing her a few golden coins from it and ruffling her hair. He jogged up back to his family after the little exchange, his face never changing once. He looked down at his self a moment, the outfit he was wearing was almost like every other outfit he had, just different colored and had the royal crest on the chest. It was a tight black sleeveless shirt with the royal seal in a crimson color sitting boldly in the mid of it, his pants were also somewhat tight with a a large black leather belt wrapped tightly around his waist. A black scarf with crimson trim wrapped loosely around his shoulders and neck dangling down his back, the last part of his attire were two gloves, black like the rest of his outfit, the fingers missing and they came about halfway to his elbow, And of course the thing that never left his side, Sereg'Dagnir, dangling from his hip, the end of it's stealth bobbing side to side as he walked.<br/><br/>He examined his mother and sister a moment, his sister wearing her battle armor, like he thought, and preferred, her in a dress was a scary thought indeed. His mother however, wore something a little more formal, if you'd want to call it that. Auron thought it was a bit too revealing but shrugged the thought away. After all she was a grown woman, and could take care of herself. A sudden detail hit Auron as he walked silently. Reynard, wasn't with the caravan. "Where did that fool run off to. . ? Auron muttered quietly to himself before turning his attention back to the road before him. He walked over to his sister and looked up at her, he tapped her arm slightly, that was always his way to get her attention when he didn't feel like making it known to people.<br/><br/>"Are you having nightmares dear sister?" He whispers lowly at her, his voice void of emotion, as it always was in public. "I've seen the way you toss and turn at night, and don't feel ashamed, I have them as well, almost every night. And I'm sure this trip isn't helping, is it? He kept his voice low so only she could hear him, he seemed to have perfected this act through year of doing it. And the fact he didn't want to make her seem weak around everyone else, though Auron personally saw the nightmares as a sing of being human, not a blood thirsty monster every seemed to see when they looked at Kaniene.