<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Mattias.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Mattias Torm<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Aserit Adviser<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Theiri Castle Gardens<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<hr/><br/>He had not been sent ahead on the Queen or King's order, he just happened to travel much faster then the rest under the excuse of  making sure the diplomatic meeting between the kingdoms was not a scheme or power play. Mattias knew there was no conspiracy, at least not one he had discovered, but he had other reasons to enter the city earlier. The man had read many things of the kingdom of "freedom", had spared many works of art from the flame from the numerous raids on Theiri trade routes.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/mustang.jpg)</div>Upon his arrival the day before, he greeted the King and Queen properly, smiled and bowed. Mattias gave a gift from his very own lands. The wild mustang was among the herds of horses that remained free and continue to roam the farms and plains of Aserit. They could be a nuisance, they would eat the crops on occasion but the House of Torm respected the creatures enough to erect new fences/walls to keep them out. The one he had given, reared on its legs but the Adviser gave the royal family enough warning to be careful for he was not broken and only the most experienced of horse trainers could break a "wild one". Why would he give a "un-mountable" horse? It was one of those rare treasures very few could actually see since they only roamed one part of the world very much like the city of Theiri itself. After helping the royal stable keeper ferry the horse into its own stable, he excused himself to his guest quarters before wandering off into the city.<br/><br/>No city was perfect, not even the Aserit capitol was, but he was surprise to see the effects of constant conflict on Theiri. The slums were littered with "starving" artists and street urchins, some even bold enough to try to attempt to pickpocket him. Mattias did not take offense, he actually gained some good information about the city by offering a few coins to wanna be thieves. The rest of his day was spent visiting the baths, shopping and visiting the pleasure dens the city had to offer. By the time he returned to the castle, he had a glow upon his face that made one of the servants blush when she asked about his evening to which the man spared little detail. Did she need to know how well he had fucked her fellow citizens? No, but he wanted to see how quickly word traveled within the castle walls. A little harmless information and word that he had the sexual prowess of a stallion would not only boost his healthy ego, it would tell him who he could press for information.<br/><br/>The following morning the man stayed within the castle besides loathing the feeling of being trapped. His time was spent wasting away in the gardens, admiring the plants and gardens before he sat on a stone bench under a shady tree. He was dressed in his "typical" attire consisting of black leather pants, shirt, vest, assorted belts, boots and a half cloak that left his arm free. Mattias Torm was not a man of adviser's robes, he carried his rapier at his hip at all time and a various collection of other weapons hidden on his body at all time.<br/><br/>Crossing one leg over the other, he leaned back and enjoyed reading some of the local literature. It was amazing how easy it was to read without the occasional burn marks, tears or blood stains.<br/>