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Chris... didn't know what to think about this woman. It didn't help or hinder his opinion on her when she began to mess with his hair in whatever way she wished, though he would recall that some, if not most, other people would have questioned her about this. Of course, he didn't particularly care about that... what truly caught his attention was her vague description of 'someone'. Someone who smelt of sweet honey... The wanderer had never cared for things along the lines of who people were, what they smelled like, or how they looked, but her close proximity and actions were making it difficult to ignore those things about her.

Without much to say about this 'smelled' person, he watched her gaze off to the side to let out a breath. She had been thinking about something, but what it was was no concern to him. Managing to catch that whisper of hers, though unable to understand what she had said from it, his eyes eventually met hers again as she spoke about a 'job'. Considering how she had practically just met him, it was interesting in a way to see how she was willing to trust someone like him with a task. Seeing her smile... he closed his eyes as he slightly leaned back into his chair. "Maybe... Should I assume I would travel with you until you found this person that 'smells of sweet honey'?" came his reply, the tone exactly the same as before.

In truth, Chris found the answer that the woman had given was... proper in a way. In the end, regardless of whether he chose to accept or decline, the end result of the journey would still mean nothing to him, particularly on what her goals were. Still, it did bring questions to mind as to why she would choose to ask him than others. Looking at her for a moment as he noticed her hand pulling that hat of hers down somewhat to obscure her face, he glanced toward the tavern door. It... didn't seem like there were any authorities about, though considering her bounty, it made logical sense for her to be cautious nonetheless.

Upon hearing what the woman had to say, Chris simply gave her a stare all the while as she went to get a spare key. Staying in his room for the night? Well... whatever, he supposed. He knew that, if he still had access to emotions, he might have reacted differently to her statement... but for now, he didn't care. As he heard her comment about chatting privately, though, he stared for a moment longer before silently getting to his feet, following her up the steps and toward his paid room in silence.

Upon entering his- well, their room, Chris immediately planted himself against the wall, setting his claymore to the side as he watched the woman move about. Most notably, he had noticed her hand move to her left shoulder blade, touching it in such a way that made him barely curious as to what it could have meant. Of course, his curiosity was fleeting, and soon he had already ignored the idea.

When she spoke about his realization with a serious tone, Chris remained in silence for a bit as his gaze remained fixated upon her own. Eventually, though, his eyes closed as he stated, "Not all wanted individuals are guilty of their crimes..." Reopening them again, he then said, "You can use the bed for tonight. If we're planning to travel, though, we'll need to leave by morning. A civil war seems to be brewing in the wind, and the sooner we leave, the sooner the trouble will leave our minds."

From the way he chose his words, it sounded like he had immediately accepted her offer, but for what reason was unknown to her. For him, though, it was simply the lack of anything else being important at the time, so why not travel around with her. He could only wonder if she was as skilled as the wanted poster had mentioned, or if she would simply slow him down... Well, only one way to know for sure.

❦ Charlotte felt her cheeks brighten with pink to hear words she never thought to hear from another who could take the handsome reward money. The Spire simply smiled before bowing her head to him. This truly was fate to find such a kind lad to help something like herself.

❦ Before she could make an advance to discuss their arrangements, a cold shiver crawled up and down her spine, a sense of darkness came from behind. Was someone out to spill blood? And who's? Charlotte looked to the window before looking back to the stranger. Her face change expressions to concern as she turned her back to him and headed over to the windowsill near the end table by the bed, and sat beside it, pushing the cream colored curtain back, only to see a shadowed figure perched upon the near by rooftop.

❦ It would appear her cold senses came from this man who held such darkness to him. However, if her gut feeling was right, this figure wasn't after Herself...But perhaps the man who had recently agreed to help her. This could become a problem....Charlotte stared at the figure for the longest time, before closing the curtain then pushing the heavier drapes closed, to shield any further sight to the figure outside.

❦ Charlotte looked back to the man inside the room with a weak smile before standing back up again. She then took off her hat and held it in her hands, showing off her red curly hair and small pointy ears. "I'm a Spire.....If we're going to travel we need to be honest....I'm Charlotte...You are?" She thought a way to break to break the silence or stop it from starting. Anything to keep things in motion.

❦ Hear the other spoke, brought some relief to her. She had to get her mind off of the feeling that the stranger outside wanted blood, and most likely her new companions blood. Charlotte smiled weakly to the other figure as she walked over to the bed, and sat herself down upon the mattress. " Chris huh? Pas trop mal.....Eh..." Charlotte caught herself be fore continuing in her fluent language.

❦ Letting out a sigh, she new this man before her was going to be troublesome with his whole blank exterior. Has this man lost all his emotion? Perhaps he has something left, like curiosity. If so, he really is doing his best to dismiss any further thoughts about it. "So tell me about the lands you visited....Perhaps I can go off on a random guess that the person I'm looking for might be there....." Charlotte started, just rambling on, anything to get this guy to talk.

❦ Anything to keep him inside where, hopefully it's safe from the harm outside, waiting for them.... Surly its foolish to think she would be safe anywhere regardless, but it was still the thought that mattered that, maybe should could find some kind of security with someone else. And so far, that someone as of now is this Chris fellow.

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“The rain…it seems it wont yield for some time mother…”Skyron spoke calmly, staring out into the rain as if it were to somehow alter to his will. “It falls…so easily…I do not wish to be like the rain.” The Sorrian King uttered, a confusing look appearing upon his mother’s features. This statement was quite confusing to Momolla, for she had not caught on to what it was that he had been speaking of. She thought of the rain simply as rain, and thus questioned as to why her son did not wish to be like water. Noting this expression the king then managed to further explain…something he was beginning to dislike. “I shall not fall so easily.”

“Of course not my dear, you are wise as ever a king was, and the people love you nearly as much as I” The queen sputtered, suddenly comprehending the false heir’s words. “What news comes of Lucheston?” She asked, seeming more like a child by comparison with every word she spoke. The term used to describe the Sorrian’s father seemed to prod at something within him however, and a scowl appeared upon the Silver King’s features as his brow furrowed into clear anger.

“Tenzonokit was kind enough to honor our treaty, and should be placing him under arrest as we speak. A representative should take him back to Garnoff in chains….and Oban still travels through the vast Grand Woods…”Skyron seemed to spit out the name of his brother, for in truth though he had placed no blame upon his twin within the courtyard, Oban was the source of many of Skyron’s discontent. “He should arrive in Dragon’s Breath by night fall three days from now…should the last message by hawk be correct.” Placing his hands behind his back, clasping them together in a formal stance, Skyron began to walk back towards the center of the throne room.

All was being changed among the city’s streets, even so early into his reign. Walking past a column of fine marble, the Silver King watched as red and silver banners fell over the green and silver banners of his father. Red seemed more suiting to Skyron…it symbolized his passion, his desire, and if provoked…his wrath.

“And what of the Silver Knights? Are they still loyal to the former traitors?” She asked, shocking a few of the silent decorators for the manner she implied of her husband and son.

“The Hunters are more than capable of dealing with any uprisings…the Silver Knights are perhaps elite among those of this world…but among those of Garnoff they are simply citizens by comparison.” Skyron chuckled with his confidence. “I shall not so easily fall.”

(*pokes*)