<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Vedaa_Quintus.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Quintus Aurelius (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1aKg2wh3QkZ5_yBnuciJVdQXyZXp74qUjRsIxSoQUWfA/edit)</strong></span><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong><br/><strong>Where:</strong>The City of Narthekhal, Saki House<br/><strong>Doing</strong>New Project<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophia, X, General Neate, Jane Wolf, varied attendants.<br/><br/><hr/>Having returned to the nation of his birth, Quintus had returned to the manor he had grown, only to find it under new ownership. Not that he had expected it to be open and waiting for him, just... well he hadn't thought about it much. His sister wouldn't be there anyways. He had stopped there, asking to leave his horse and cross the grounds. As a kid the trails were so much a part of him that he needed little guidance following the path he and his sister had crossed so many years before. He wondered if she would be married yet, or if she had manifest as he had. A thousand hopes that he never had asked crossed his mind in that walk. As he left the final copse of trees to approach the peasant's dwelling he noticed the tilled fields where the house had been. The grazing field for a score of sheep. A deep sense of foreboding fell upon him.<br/><br/>It seemed that the home had burned to the ground over a decade before. The family burned inside. Before he could mourn her, he was told that the family was new to the area and had been rebuilding the home and lands. The family that he had left his sister with had fled before the legion that he had been recovered. His salvation had put his sister on the run. Now he had no idea where to find her, he felt she was still in Amestria, though had little to go on. This had brought him to try to find records, a trail to follow. This had brought him to the government, and finally this office. His search had piqued the interest of a general, General Neate specifically and he had been invited to this meeting. So, this would be the price for aid seeking his sister? He had no such guarantees, yet...<br/><br/>Quintus Aurelius sat a bastion of calm, alone. No attendant stood at his side, nor hovered at his elbow. His strong and broad frame bore no armor, yet gave an air that swords would bounce from that chest. He was clothed in fine woolen tunic in green, trousers in blue, and heavy boots. His cloak bore trim bearing the olive branches, while his tunic held a single decoration, a pin bearing the sword on shield framed with olive branches, the symbol of Valerian's paladins. A crisp military air accompanies his words, "General Neate, I am willing to work for the betterment of the people of your country, though I have little to go on. I have my own reasons for being here and my actions will bring no shame to my Order. Will this be a problem?"