<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/>Location: Docks of Doroga<br/>Wearing: Simple clothing of black trousers and scarlet tunic under a shimmering breastplate.  Shield and sickle riding his hips with a plain backpack on his back.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Largo awoke a little later than he had intended, suspecting he had one too many drinks the night before and was feeling a little sluggish at the moment though not hungover.  After splashing water on his face to rouse him further, he promptly set about getting dressed and grabbing his personal belongings before departing the inn to head towards the meeting place mentioned by the letter.  By the time he arrived there was already a motley gathering of people that seemed to be a slice from many walks of life that largely stood out from the rest of the locals.  As Largo got closer he could overhear some light chatter and introductions, finally arriving just as Lynn had asked her question.<br/><br/><strong>”I suspect we’re about to head into those woods.”</strong>He said with a friendly smile, looking at the narrow roadway leading into the wilderness beyond the town gates.<strong>”The name is Largo Valerian-Talonius, hopefully I found the right group.”</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120513014606/dresdenfiles/images/5/50/Thomasraith-small.jpg)</div>The ranger watched as a small group of individuals, who were most likely the heirs, made their way towards him.  Given the distinct lack of traffic this particular path receives, he could not think of anything else that would cause such a congregation.  He heard one of them shout to him, asking how many he was expecting, to which he just shrugged; in truth he did not know how many heirs would respond to the missive, or how many were still in route to their intended destination.  Ehren was certainly surprised by how many were present today since the few weeks prior were understandably devoid of heirs.<br/><br/>A light chuckle bubbled out of his throat as Penny checked to make sure he was their contact.<strong>”I can tell by the rings many of you are wearing that I am the contact for at least some of you.”</strong>While Ehren would respond to questions directed to him, he largely remained silent to give time for everybody to arrive.  Once the man with long red locks arrived, a quick survey around the rest of the area shown no others making their way to this spot and a glance upwards to the sky told him that it was noon.<br/><br/><strong>”Ladies and gentlemen of house Talonius, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.  I am Ehren Fidelias, the envoy mentioned to you in the letters you all undoubtedly received.  The roadway to Renrir is still underdeveloped, but it is plenty wide enough to take a caravan of horses.”</strong>He said nodding to a contingent of four horses tied to nearby posts.<strong>”There are a few more of you than I expected, but it should be no problem procuring a few more from the local stables.  We have a four hour ride ahead of us, so we should take advantage of the high daylight while we can; I hope you don’t mind trail rations for lunch, but my uncle will likely have a more appealing spread for you once we arrive.  The trip will also give you ample time to ask me any questions you may have; I’ll do my best to provide whatever answers I can.”</strong>