<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/fireemblem/images/5/5d/Marth_Kakusei_Portrait.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120706210523)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cid?<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The dark streets of Florentia City<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>All Adventurers<br/><br/>Whilst those aglow with the adventurer's spirit were drawn into a group and spoke among themselves in the Tonberry Tavern, a similar scene played out in any number of the other taverns in the guild district. A hooded figure rose at the mention of the Queendom's great tragedy and posted the very same notice. Which of these, if any, were the real Cid was yet to be determined. Regardless, if any adventurers found the resolve to join, they would have to move quickly. The Cerulean Hawks were known for their adept ability to disappear into the night with good reason. In recent weeks, Any royal guard still remaining in the city had made it their priority to capture anyone thought to be a conspirator of the Hawks<br/><br/>Those that tried their best to ignore the dagger hung notice could be forgiven for their lack of bravery in the face of such blatent oppression by those in power. Even Bertram Biggs, the owner of the tavern hurried himself to the doorframe to tear down the parchment so as not to give the slightest outward impression of being sympathetic to the revolutionaries... and yet, his hands trembled as he held the page and walked towards the paladin whose reputation was set in Florentia and his three companions who had yet to build theirs.<br/><br/>"You've got but part of the story there, lass." He said to the Viera in hushed tones. "Turmoil has been brewing since the day the Princess failed to make her daily address at the market. Since then, the queen has forsaken her people, and many blame Malik. I'd wager he's got our sovereign majesty in his thrall somehow. She was once a loving mother not just to the princess but to all of Gilaud. I wish there was something I could do, but I'm no adventurer. Just a coward of an innkeeper."<br/><br/>His face blanched and he scurried back to behind his bar as a phalanx of royal guardsman paused in the square outside the tavern. They were searching for someone, and it was fairly obvious who. As this was a relatively higher class establishment, many of the Tavern's merry makers now slouched in their chairs, unprepared to defy the royal guard in any way, but the same was not true for the occupants of the other three taverns on the square.<br/><br/>Through the doorway, one could see torches and angry citizens. "Away with you filthy scum!" someone shouted. "You won't find him here!" another voice cried. "The princess's death has made hawks of us all!" A third angry scream rang out. Soon enough, a cacophony of voices seemed to join in as the mob closed in on the guardsmen who beat a hasty retreat to the sound of the peoples cheers. In the glow of a dozen torches, Cid appeared on a nearby rooftop clapping in praise for the bravery of the people to drive off the Queen's guards.<br/><br/>And then shots from arrows and muskets alike began to flow into the small square, sending the crowd scattering. After many weeks of simmering, this cook pot had finally boiled over. Cid acted fast, to tend to several wounded with a few obvious blasts of low level healing magic. For others, he emptied his pouch of healing items. As he dropped to street level and dashed down an alleyway, the adventurers might decide that if they hurried, the four intrepid adventurers still might be able to follow him and offer their aid as well.