(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c1/Aamideval_300px_015.jpg)<br/><strong>Gregor Kaal</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Uayp4sdbmKd6iQ5CdhkXjU6cEglS_AxTlT5FVhx23s8/edit)<br/><br/><em>Fine, father,</em>Gregor remembered saying as he packed for this journey,<em>watch me.</em>The words had been bitter when he spoke them, angry at his father for cutting him off for sending him away from the captiol, denying him both his favorite labors and his favorite distractions.  On the road, he'd come to mean them with a great deal of sincerity, to the point where the gaurds had found him waking up early some mornings, doodling triginometry on the table with chalk, or even in the dirt around the campfire.<br/><br/>The rain chilled that determination right out of Gregor, leaving him shivering in his brown robes and threatening to ruin his favorite hat.  He knew the guards weren't exactly comfortable trying to sleep the night in a cold, wet tent.  Though they'd stoically endured, he'd heard their teeth chattering as he lay awake for what felt like hours, wondering if the cold rain could kill as easily as snow...<br/><br/>It was only this morning—waking up dry and warm for what felt like the first time in years—that Gregor's spirits began to lift.  As he fussed over his favorite hat, trying to make sure the velvet had weathered the rain better than he had—Gregor started to laugh at himself.  When the guards gave him dubious looks that questioned his sanity, he'd shook his head and donned the hat.  “Fussing over clothes,” he explained ruefully, “no wonder father thinks I’m a girl.”<br/><br/>Arriving at Kirborg, Gregor had been lost in thought ever since he noted the bridge.  His eyes lit on the shieldmaiden who greeted them at the gate with admiration, though he couldn't help a groan at the thoguht that his father would surely lecture him about how,<em>See?  That girl's more of a man than you could ever...</em><br/><br/><em>Okay, I need to stop this, and I need to stop this now.  Most people don't get along with their parents and I'm even starting to sound like a wining elleven year old in my own head!</em><br/><br/>The young mage deliberately cast his eyes on the gaurdswoman.  He tipped his hat and gave her a smile.  “Good afternoon, my good woman.  My name is Gregor Kaal.  Son of Lord-Captain Lucien Kaal.  Could you direct me to Applewood Manor?”