Ruairi~23 years~DC

The girl was the first to stop followed by the man, though he spoke again. "Yes?" He asked cocking an eyebrow as he thought about what she could possibly want. Was he being to pushy? He didn't mean to be if he was! Goodness was she angry with him for that? No no she wanted to speak to Thea as well. Maybe she was rethinking her decision to follow them. Well there was nothing he can do to stop her if she did wish to go, that was her choice. The girl though was having other thoughts.
This was the end of the line, this is where they would die. She was a killer! That's what was different about her! It was the smell, the very air about her stank of it! She was death. How else would she have been able to knock that man out so easily? And now that she knew it was too late. The bard was sure not to put up much a fight though she might stand a chance running if she turned back towards the village. With that she ready ever so slightly as not to appear suspicious to the woman.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

A throaty laugh escaped her as she held the boy closer to her bosom. "That's not how marriage works dear." She answered to the child before looking to the priest whom was ever so desperately trying to pull his shirt on over his head. His cheeks were a deep red color and he was avoiding her gaze. "Marriage happens in a temple, when a priest pronounces you man and wife. Now on the night of a wedding is when a man and his new wife are allowed to bed down together. This though isnt that. No I was making sure Zarune didn't harm himself while he slept." This was only half true, after all they were now engaged to be married. The child was still too young to understand that though. It would be a miracle if he understood this for that matter!

Agrona ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC

The woman looked at the two of them. Her two haselcoloured eyes caught every nyance in their body language. Ruairi seemed more anxious and worried but yet he seemed to be eager to listen. The girl whoever ... she seemed to suspect a fight, something she apreciated. Perhaps her years on the street had made her senses keen on other peoples auras? Most likely the case to be honest. "Well first of all relax girl, Im not after to harm either you nor Ruairi." she informed the girl with a calm expression in her face. After that she took a deep breath as to calm her self, as she did her entire posture changed without her quiet realicing it. She straightend out her back, not bending it at all, her head held high and right hand rested in her left one. This was the posture she had always had when explaining or reporting to the clans head. It was proud, confident and not really a posture seen amongst commoners, they genrly held a much more humble and hunched posture as not to anger the nobles that she had once walked amongst. "Well as we are to walk on the road togeather I do belive you both hold the right to know who I am and not just a small part of it. Granted there is things I still would rather keep to my self but most I will tell if you do not mind listening" she said, politely bending her head. It all came on instinct, her behaviour while explaining this, somehow it reminded her of how the main family would interrigate her after every job, ask her grilling questions about every poison or remedie that she made.






Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG

As the woman laughed, and expolained to him he tilted his head to the side with a thoughfull expression on his mind. His head rested against Molly and he was quiet for a loong time just thinking. "So ... how did people get married before we had temples?" he asked, looking up at her. He was a bit upset at the bard thought, having lied to him. But the child had no idea the man had done so simply to avoid beeing the one telling the boy how it all happend and worked. The sudden questions about it all seemed to be quiet out of the blue thought to be honest.




NPC for Nafariaandulin

As the man growled at him and told him to not cry he quickly backed a bit, drying his eyes with his dirty and ragged arm to his tunic. "im sorry sire" he mumbled before glansing up at him. If he is scared of him? Well ofcourse he is but there is no way he could say that! What if he got upset at it? "I eum ... Im not sure how to answer your question sire." he answered in a nervous tone. His stomache screamed a bit in hunger as he with carefull and nervous movements walked towards the man. He have to get past him to get to the small farm his father owns. The man himself made him petrified but the bird was really super creepy.

Ruairi~23 years~DC

Upon being called out the girl took a step back rather surprised. How had she known? She had hardly moved at all! That was yet another reason to suspect that she was a killer! Though she might have been young she had seen her fair shares of murder,******, plunger all in these short years she had spent on this world. One could nearly smell it on a person! Just like she had smelled it on the man that had pulled her from the fire...he was the one that set it, though he had saved her and left her on the streets after making sure she was bedded down for the night. How can someone be that nice, yet leave you broken and helpless out on the streets? She knew not the answer to that.
As for the man though he simply listened. He was the type of person to do that, though at the same time he was also keeping a sharp ear out for what might be any given signs about what the woman spoke of. She was no doubt like none he had met before, and for that he seemed fond of her even now, after they had just met. He found her like a friend though, and nothing more. She held herself like none of them woman he had seen, save for the woman back home. Of course! Perhaps she was a noble like all the woman from home that mother had wanted him to marry. Looking back now he was glad that he had dont none of the sorts. There was so much more potential out there. Those noble woman were all so boring, and proper. Bleh!!! Who wanted to wake up to that everyday? No compared to them, even if what this woman was about to tell was nearly as hideous as the wounds on his arms then she would still be better.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

"There was no time before temples." The man answered this time as he contemplated how he was going to get his slinged arm into the sleeve on his tunic. "And even if there was then a priest, much like myself would have done a more private ceremony to bring the two together." With that being said he carefully attempted to remove the sling from about his neck as to get the shirt on that way. Molly giggled a bit at the scene he was making before setting the child aside to help the man.
"We really need to get these bandages changed." She said changing the subject. "Cullyn could you be a dear and go get me a bowl of water and a cloth?" Not only did she wish to speak with the priest alone for a moment but she also wanted to give the child a task to take his mind off the whole situation at hand. The less he knew the better.

Agrona ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC

"My name is indeed Agrona. However I did once belong to a sidebranch of a noble family. Granted my father was barley even consider part of the clan and there was no power to really speak of. The titel of lord was only granted to my father because he was a close friend to the clans head when they were both young. however despite the title we were barley more than highranking servants. After a few years they noticed I held abilities within me so they brought me before a priestess that determined my abilities, or magic in common toung, was lifenatured. Thus I was brought into the temple of Audhumbla to train. After all, that only meant a mouth less for father to feed and if lucky he wouldnt need to pay a fee for a future husband as well." she started. Her voice was calm, steady and slow. Almost as if it was painfull to be this open about it. "So at the temple I was trained and my master in it was their healer, I was taught about herbs and the human body as well. Several years passed and I cultivated my magic power as well as my knowledge of reading, writing, counting, herbs and the human body. But in the end my father summoned me home, having found a man he hoped I would marry. The man he had found for me was a highranking servant to the mainfamily. In the end it didnt go to well, I gave him a slap and ... poured soup over him, it was not far from boiling at that point ..." at this point she stoped talking and was silent for a while. How would she formulate the next part of the story? Eum ... hmm .. this got difficult. The silence was broken by a bird starting to chirp as the sun got visible over the trees surounding them. This brought her out of what seemed to be some sort of deep thought, almost like she was meditating.

"Either way after a loong and heated fight with my father I was allowed to go here to gather herbs for the main family as I was working for the main family as a medic. But once here I was told that I ..." her voice broke and she had to take a deep breath to calmdown. "That ... I ..." once again her voice broke and she clearlygot a bit frustrated and flusterd as well. "That I was no longer welcomed back. Not loong after that you found me Ruairi, Not a pretty sight I am sure but neither the less im greatfull that you did. Granted it was the short version I just told but i do belive you should hear atleast this much. However there is some parts id rather keep to my self atleast for the moment." she said in a honest tone.






Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG

"Oh, so the temples were created togeather with the world?" he asked while looking at the man. He then looked up at Molly before simply walking out of the room to get the bowl of water and some cloth as requested. It took a while for the boy to come back, and as he did come back, he tripped on the expensive covet he had around him. When he had fallen he had simply hit himself on the bowl so it broke with a loud sound. A while he was quiet before he started sobbing. Without hessitation he walked up to Molly with a piece of the bowl stuck in his hand, holding out his arms. He wanted a hug, and it hurts! A lot!





NPC for Nafariaandulin

The boy looked up at the man a while in silence. "Yes sire, I am a tad hungry" he admitted. My name is Eric Danielson" he said politely, bowing a bit stiffly. He is after all nohing but a farmers boy and have not recived any training in how to bow and so on and so fourth. With that he slowly apriached the man, still a bit cautiously as if the man would all of a sudden jump him. And he knew that if that was to happen he would die, beeing unable to do anything as he was both stornger than himself and a noble to top it of.

Ruairi~23 years~DC

After letting the words settle in for a moment he took a breath. "Well then if we are doing introductions such as these then I might as well tell you how I came to be." Again he took a breath and released it. "You see I'm not from this country, as you should know Agrona, though that's only half of the story. Where to begin! I guess that a shorter version would do well in this case as well. You see..." It was at this point that he rolled up the sleeves of his cloak exposing the raised lines that covered his arm from his shoulder to his elbow. "In my land I was what many called a noble. Mother was the queen and father the king right before he died that long autumn night, and I was a prince in the people's eyes. That was before the kingdom fell. A sickness broke out, an animal got into the castle with it and it spread like wildfire through the place. As an effort to stop it they would bleed those whom they wanted to live, or would put the infection in us in small bits to see if we wouldn't get sick from it after a while. After none of that worked they decided that it wasn't worth the pain and packed everything up to leave. I left with them, thus started my journeys about the world. It was terrible until our first real stop. Me and the crew were the only ones that remained, though they didn't last long once we got on land. After my long road to recovery I took up barding, and that brought me here." With that he looked about the small group. "Not the best story I know trust me. I have better ones."

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

She jumped a bit at the sound. "it's alright Cullyn." She cooed taking his tiny hand in her's. "See it's just a bit of a cut is all. Now you have to be brave okay while I pull the glass out okay?" First rule with children was to make sure they thought they were brave for what ever you were trying to get them to do. Second always have them a prize for being brave. Though at this moment she had nothing really to give him other than some food or something along that lines.
Well that had been short lived. With a bit of a sigh the man rose and took to cleaning where the water had been dropped on the floor. There wasn't much that the rug hadn't soaked up, but he could pick up the glass.

Agrona ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC

As Ruairi did not even seem to be botherd by what had just been said she relaxed abit but she keept a close eye on the girl that did not seem to react at all. Perhaps it was a tad much to take in. it is understandable after all. It is quiet a lot to take in in the end. As the man spoke up she gave him her full attention, listening carefully. When seeing the scars on his body she closed her haselcoloured eyes a a short moment, knowing fully wel how terrifying that treatment is. Not only are you sick enough for the healer to consider it the only way to cleanse the body from the illness but you have to let someone cut you all over the body, and if the healer is unskilled or badly trained you will see your life our out of your boody with every drop, nding it even quicker than the illness it was suposed to heal you from. As he went silent she thought about her words for a moment before speaking up. "I do feel for your losses Ruairi, I can not say that I know how you are feeling but it must be harsh." she said, looking up at him. Okej this group is ... intresting to say the least. They have a king without a kingdom, a disowned noble and a kid from the streets. Its a ... uniq ... mix to say the least.






Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG


He looked up at Molly, holding out his hand to her with tears in his eyes and his body shaking. It really hurts, a LOT! Sobbingly he gripped her shirt and closed his eyes so he didnt have to see as she pulled out the glass from his hand.





NPC for Nafariaandulin

As he was handed two sausages he stoped, looked at the man and then the food beforequickly taking them anf backing a step or two. With the two fooditems in his hands he bowed a bit comicly, granted he tried his best, while saying "thank you ever so kindly sire." With that done the oy put down his lantern, placing his own butt on the ground as he sat down. When he heard the mans question he quickly swallowed the food he had in his mouth. "I live on a fam not to far from here sire, its only throught the woods to the next glade and into the middle of it." he said as he pointed with a halfeaten sausage towards the farm. "I am sertain neither father nor mother would mind if you came to rest at the farm sire." he offerd as a thank you for the food.

Ruairi~23 years~DC

With that out of the way he slowly unrolled the sleeves of his shirt until they rested nicely about his arms once more. "So you should be king?" The girl asked suddenly not sure if she should look to the man or the woman. "And you..." He gaze landed on the woman. "you'er a noble as well?" Oh for the God's sake! She was but a rat compared to them! How did they ever let her follow them, oh the indignity of having such a swine follow you about. She was half inclined to bow to them though to keep her own dignity up she refused. It was better to die at the hands of a king then to kneel to one.
"In my home land yes, in this one no. I'm just a rich bard,but dont wish to be treated as such. To everyone else I'm am just a bard, and that's how I want to keep it for the time being." The man answered simply waving the question away like it was a bad omen. With out asking he started along the trail again, humming a bit as he did. Maybe just a musical piece would do for the next town, one without words to it. He had been working on a few when he had met the woman. Or maybe one from home, that would be a nice change though he may need a bit of assistance from a lute player or maybe one that can play the drums! Oh the endless possibilities.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

"Come now you wont feel a thing." The woman said lightly pinching the boy's arm as she pulled the glass out. the pinch was more to take his mind from the pain in his hand, though it was also a sign of playing about. The priest watched as she did this then wrapped the cloth about the boy's hand. She was a natural, though she had never had a child of her own before. Seeing that she had to take Cullyn as her own from the moment he was born though seemed as if it was training enough. A thought wiggled it's way into his brain then. What if she wanted her own child? One that she could raise again and call her own? Sure she was mother to the prince now but what happened when he grew to old to call her mother? Would she want a child then or maybe now? As a husband it was his job to answer to that craving though due to his own background he wasn't sure if he would be capable of answering to it. It was foolish to ask one's spouse how that was done, every person seemed just to know, and she would surely think down on him is he did. So what was he to do? read it in a book? Ask someone? Trial and error? Oh the indignity!