<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Lost Legion of Ribenheim</strong></span></span><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Attempt1Final.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Town of Tetrarch</span> - Day 1</strong><br/><br/><br/><em>Conner O'Fearghail</em><br/><br/>Conner had finally arrived. To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. He had always pictured Tetrarch to be a huge town - fit for a Legion - with large walls and a realm of wealth gathered from the Wilds of the North. But what lay before him could only at best be called average though it was only a short step up from a backwater town he had visited in the marshes of Brytenwalda. To be fair, he was standing on the brink of civilization, at the far reaches of the known world. The forests and mountains that lay before him had never been traversed and what lay on the other side was still unknown to man - or at least civilized man.<br/><br/>The town, from the bend in the road from which he was viewing it, was very dark and gray looking. The Keep rose above it on the far side, overlooking the ferry he knew to be there. It was the only way in all the Kingdom to get across the Great White River that roared across the north. The same ferry his father had crossed with the Legion all those years ago. He had never returned. And now it was Conners turn to cross that ferry and find him.<br/><br/>Conner nudged his horse onwards and made his way along the dirt rode towards the town. A few outlying farms and homesteads dotted the side of the road, the newer ones spreading further and further away from the safety of Tetrarchs walls. The area had not seen battle or invasion in countless years and the threat from Wildmen and bandits had drastically dwindled as Tetrarch had grown. The caravans - what few they were - that journeyed the road were  large and well protected by armed guards.<br/><br/>His armor and sword would suggest he was a man of moderate wealth. A well off mercenary, by first glance. And that was all he warranted as he passed through the gates and into the town of Tetrarch. It certainly helped that he had spent considerable time as a mercenary and his once shiny armor was worn and  battered. His time as a mercenary had also honed his senses. As soon as he passed through the gates, he immediately took note of the number of guards, their armor and weapons, and possible exits and alleyways around the gate.<br/><br/>He immediately began looking for an inn. There were only two to choose from so he took the first he came across. Conner stabled his horse and gathered his belongings before heading into the Inn. The White Froth Inn, as it was called, was moderately busy as lunch time rolled around. Conner could certainly use a drink and a room for the night could be useful. He made sure his shield was covered up by the sheepskin he had wrapped around it - people didn't always take kindly to his family crest when it was revealed. The O'Fearghail name had become synonymous with bad omens ever since his father had led the Lost Legion to its doom.<br/><br/>Being the afternoon, the White Froth Inn was bustling with activity. The smells and sounds assaulted his nose and he felt right at home. He smiled softly and moved to an empty table, quickly catching the attention of a tavern Wench he brought him a mug of ale.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen ye here before, new to town?" The girl says, bending over as she set its down on the table to offer him a generous glimpse of her cleavage that was almost spilling out her top.<br/><br/>"Aye. Just arrived." Conner responds with practiced ease. But he was nervous, edgy, and while he normally would jump at the chance to have such a girl warm his bed for the night, his mind was a little occupied. "Heading North, so this a stop." He offers her a small smile.<br/><br/>"North?" She responds, straightening with a chuckle. "Well, this is as far North as one can go, silly boy!"<br/><br/>He glared up at her. "No, its not. I follow the Legion." He responds with a little edge to his voice. He had been called a 'boy' before but that had been years ago. He was certainly no boy anymore.<br/><br/>Her face changed with his abrupt tone but then lightened "The Legion?" She responds. "The Lost Legion? Its a shame that another soul will be lost to the wilds." He responds, clucking her tongue, her demeanor softening. "I'd try and talk sense into you but its never worked before. But if you want one good last night, I'll only charge ye half the price since it'll be yer last one." She finishes, batting her eye lashes before twirling away, sauntering her hips side to side as she moved. It wasn't long before her attentions were focused on her next customer.<br/><br/>