<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/20/cc/c3/20ccc306888d378982040be8f15b4850.jpg)</div>Character: Largo Valerian-Talonius (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13901)<br/><hr/><br/>Largo would lightheartedly smile with Edmund’s rather terse reaction to his banter, not the least bit dissuaded or put off by it even as he makes it a point to be less invasive with his brother’s personal space.  His unfalteringly friendly tone would not change despite the terse response he had received as he would respond.<strong>”And it would delight me for you to refer to me as Largo, my dear brother, Edmund.  We are family after all and it may get a little stuffy if we started using surnames, even if only partial ones.”</strong><br/><br/>While he seems less adept at handling a horse than Edmund, Largo shows a definite familiarity with the beast as he settles himself into the saddle.  It seemed the others had already settled into their pairing arrangements, but made a mental note to offer his passenger spot to any that may lack the proficiency should the next need arise.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120513014606/dresdenfiles/images/5/50/Thomasraith-small.jpg)</div>Ehren would have a faint smile at the corner of his lips with Jude’s inquiries.<strong>”While I may have some insight to those details, my uncle Crassus had instructed me that he would be the one to discuss them with you.  Rest assured, though, that you will not need to worry about lodging and the like when we’re in Renrir.”</strong><br/><br/>At the two-hour mark of their journey, Tragon would spot a patch of land just off the road that had been heavily disturbed, though not recently.  Amongst the flattened and trampled flora would be splinters and chunks of carpentered wood.  Not long after that, Edmund would spot a similar scene, though fresher and with faintly noticeable dark brown stains amongst the debris and nature that would be recognizable as dried blood.  If asked, Ehren would mention that they have had issues with bandits assaulting the occasional wagon making their way along this path.  That they seem to be exclusively targeting would-be settlers to Renrir as of late and that they have proven to be quite elusive at his attempts to track them down.  Ehren would make it a point to end the discussion of that particular topic there with a clear glance towards the treeline at either side of them.<br/><br/>The sun was just beginning to descend from its apex in the sky overhead when they finally emerged from the narrow causeway into the wide clearing preceding the line of simple lookout towers.  Ehren knew that they were likely unmanned since they had neither the manpower nor the need to fill them during the day.  Even from over a hundred yards away the sounds of activity could be heard from Renrir as people went about their lives.  The heavy impacts of axes biting into timber or hammers into nails echoed off the dense treeline.  As they drew closer voices could be heard from the general populous' collective conversations, though the words themselves could not be distinguished the tones were courteous and inviting.  Ehren noticed when a pair of young children who had been playing just outside of the village's first row of buildings spotted the new arrivals.  When they did, they immediately took off deeper into the village with a particular excitement in their strides.  Faintly he could hear them calling out, "Sir Ehren is back with the heirs!"<br/><br/>An amused grin spread across his lips as they continued onward, making their way through the heart of the city.<strong>"It would seem the locals are eager to meet you."</strong>When they finally did make their way into the village proper, it was clear that they had become the center of attention.  Though only a handful actually stood alongside the road to catch their first glances at the children of Gaius, nearly everybody had their attention upon the new arrivals even if they were attempting to mask them by continuing to do their daily tasks.  There were several greetings extended to the group as villagers were eager to make them feel welcome; perhaps to a point where it would have come off as a little smothering for those who were not fond of so much attention.<br/><br/>Eventually they had made their way to one of the larger structures in the community, certainly the largest one that was made entirely of stone.  "Here we are, Talonius Manor."  Ehren said, climbing down from his horse before one of the stable hands who was expecting them, offered to take the horse to the stables; the same offer was extended to the others.  He would look to Tragon specifically as he spoke to the group as a whole.<strong>"Don’t worry about unloading your personal belongings at this point, the stable hands will take care of that while we speak to my uncle.  Come, I'm sure Crassus is eager to meet you all if you’ll please follow me."</strong><br/><br/>As they were escorted through the manor, one couldn’t help but notice the decorations adorning the rooms and hallways.  It would be clear that those who built this house had really put effort into it; the craftsmanship, that while not the work of a master carpenter, was clearly done by those who took pride in the work they were doing.  Among the usual tapestries and banners were a myriad of trophies that were clearly claimed during The Great War ranging from worn weapons and armor to pieces of art that depicted the struggles between good and evil; yet none of the pieces had Gaius himself as the focal point of the composition.  Anybody who truly got to know the man would understand that he remained humble despite the renown he had earned and that the idea of surrounding himself with items of his own image was something he deemed to be in bad taste.  It was only through relentless pressure from his peers that he agreed to allow a single portrait of himself to be hung in the library. When they did enter that particular portion of the manor, an older man stood at the edge of a large wooden table in the middle of the room adorned with a modest spread of fruits, bread, and meats.  Though his hair was silver and his skin hinted to his age as well as the hardships he had endured during his years, the man looked exceptionally fit and capable as any other soldier.<br/><br/><strong>”I'm glad to see you’ve finally made it.  As I’m sure my nephew had told you, I am Crassus Antillus, close friend and advisor to your late father.  There is much for us to discuss; so if you all would take a seat and help yourselves to whatever catches your eye, we can begin.”</strong>Though Crassus’ words were inviting, there was still the slight undertone of a man who had grown accustomed to giving order in a former life.  He waited for everybody to be seated before lowering himself into his own chair.<strong>”Before I begin passing on Gaius’ final wishes, are there any questions you’d like me to address first?”</strong>