<strong>Gregor Brun,</strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br/><br/>"Ah, I see you've spotted my Marie," said Gregor, with a lecherous smile. He lowered his voice, as if to not offend the nearby cluster of noblewomen. "The sheep belong to m' lord, good sir, but that fine beast is all mine. An' she be for sale too, if that be your wish." The old man had an revolting look on his weathered face as he spoke of Marie. He absent-mindedly reached down and adjusted the growing bulge in his trousers.<br/><br/>Nearby, the young woman noticed the attention of the two men, and she blushed, turning away in shame. He was going to sell her, again. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but she never got used to being traded like an animal. She began to herd the sheep with her long crook, hoping that maybe a bit of distance from the gathered nobles would keep her safe from their predations.<br/><br/>"Aye, she be a willing one, that girl. Maybe I bring her back this evening, and we see what sort of arrangement we can strike, eh?" He chuckled as he tapped Viktor on the shoulder.  "Oh, and if the other men wants to take turns too, Marie is a right willing bitch, she is, if you catch my meaning."