El'Da'Vaughn, the Land Hidden in the Fog

Game Master Alshoodone

"Silence gripped the fog as you ventured through it for what seemed like hours. At first, you had simply believed that it was a trifle passing of low clouds, but, as the hours passed, well... You were summarily lost. Time in that span of things seemed to spring forward and shift, utterly confusing you as you trudged onward. At some point, perhaps, you believed you'd simply turn around and escape it, but nay, the path still yet changed. Anxiety gripped you, and concern weighed on your mind, until, of course, you saw the light. Fickle, and hardly bright, yet still, it was like a deafening roar of clarity in a cloud of dull gray monotoney.

A few steps later, the fog disappeared, revealing only a downtrodden road of gravel with 2 thoroughly worn lines from what appeared to be a vehicle coming and going, and a curt bench, well beyond its years. A man, much too tall, far too tall, with the blackest of spectacles you've ever seen and a simple top hat and dandy-man attire, sat at that exact bench. Just as you escaped the fog, however, to your left and to your right, others came out... You'd never heard them, or so much as heard their foot steps. They, like you, were just suddenly there."

Confused and frustrated by the gray blanket of mist, and hungry to boot, Eekz emerged from the fog. His first thought was to wonder if the figure on the bench was edible, or maybe even the bench itself.

He started to approach the figure cautiously, but as he began to do so, he noticed other figures also coming out of the fog... and faced each of them in turn giving them a once over.

Then he looked back at the odd man on the bench. Him not longshanks, him LONGlongshanks. with funny hat and black things on eyes. Maybe not eats him. Me eats hat? He creeps toward the bench, hunger and curiosity gnawing at him. He stops when he gets within ten feet of the bench (Assuming nothing stops him before that) and sniffs the air, wondering if longlongshanks smells like regular longshanks.

Then he turns to get better looks at the others who came out of the fog as well.

*****

What you see emerging from the fog is a small grey-green goblin wearing an odd dark-colored garb that covers most of him from head to foot. However, it's tattered, stained and worn as if it's seen too much use and been handed down one too many times. Through the rips in the fabric, you can see a wrapping around his midsection that looks like an odd sort of dirty bandage. He has small weapons sized for him - a dagger, a shortsword and an odd contraption consisting of two wooden dowels connected by a small length of chain tucked in his sash... He bears some typical adventuring type gear like a pack and bedroll, though they are small, old and very badly tattered and stained as well. Only his weapons look pristine. His eyes glitter slightly in the gloom and he licks his lips hungrily? as he turns and gazes at each of you.

The Tall man in the tall hat looks down at Eekz. A closer inspection of his figure betrays sharp facial features, and a very long nose. There is nothing to see behind the spectacles, as they block every angle of his eyes. He stares for a long duration at Eekz, specifically, a low, smoker's chuckle escapes his mouth, yet he never opens it to laugh. He slowly begins to look the party over.

Eluvias steps out of the fog. Tall, even for an elf, he still seems short in comparison to the mysterious stranger. Looking quizzically both at the tall man and the goblin, Eluvias' brow furrows in confusion.

Eluvias is well dressed in a suit of clothes that would not look out of place in any town. However, he does have a black studded leather jerkin on, which matches his clothes, and a rapier hangs from his belt. He does not have the air of a warrior. Rather, he appears to be armed just as a traveler on the road.

Turning to the stranger, for he was not in the habit of speaking to goblins, he says "Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way in the fog. Where are we?"

Sibee exits the fog. This tall woman looks a little bit odd with packs upon her back. Her once fair skin has darkened under the baking sun of the desert that she was last in to now leave a lasting tan. Hearing the man in the suit speak, Sibee decides to be quiet and listen.

This is generally the time I get home.

The extremely lanky, lurching individual sits still for a moment, turning his head to Eluvias. He smiles a bit wide, and his lips practically creak open. "El'Da'Vaughn. he says as he grips the bench and starts to stand up to an uncomfortable, disturbing 9 feet tall. His trench coat appears as though it was made for him, as it covers the majority of his body, and is quite long. "Your land." he says with a low rumble of a laugh.

"My land? My good sir there must be some mistake. My land is back in town. I own a small shop...oh, I see. You must mean this fine young lady. Do you know the way back to Villeburg?"

Hearing this, Sibee speaks up. "Land is always good to be on. It's not always good to own." she stares at Eluvias "Treat you land well, or it will come back at you."

Note on time, it is 2pm my time. I live in Japan, so if this is your usual time, I'm good.

The lanky individual pauses for a moment, and shakes his head slowly, as if to say no. "You have the glint. The same glint. All who will rule have the glint. The glint is a gift given by the late master." he says, gesturing his hand out to you all. "You are all masters now, and such, the glint is yours to give in time." he explains, pulling a long walking stick out of his coat.

He staggers forward, using the stick to stand. "This land is your land. All you shall see will be yours."

"What me do with land?" Eekz asks innocently enough.

The tall figure reaches inside of his duster with long, bony fingers and fishes out a long, ornate scroll container. He smiles as he begins to undo the intricate, masterfully crafted locks inlaid within it. He answers, "You rule it." with a passing fancy and a short, now-familiar giggle.

Out of the fog strides a towering figure of mottled green scales and reptillian muscle. Standing roughly seven feet tall and wearing very little clothing save for a few rough looking belts to hold items on its person. It's emerald colored eyes miss little, barely a slit of black as it takes in the fog and gloom around it. It's weapons are still slung over shoulder and its head frills are tucked by its neck.

This lizardfolk doesn't stand alone, soon a horse and another reptilian creature appear from the gloom. The reptile though appears to have a long cranial crest that arced off the backside of its head. Though it bared similar markings to the lizardfolk, it was clear they were of different species.

The horse whinnied at the sight of the others, it wasn't impressed.

"Chacta, Tal, Jilg." The lizardfolk spoke in draconic and its two companions stopped behind it.

Having heard some but not all he was interested, by practicality it was useful to have land and strength. These things were useful.

As the group starts to come out of the collective wood work, and it appears that the gang is, in fact, all here, the tall man finishes his work on the rather long scroll canister. He smiles as the last bit of cogs and twistable knobs make a satisfying click, and starts to laugh a bit.

He reaches into the canister with a quick grasping motion, and begins to pull out a black piece of lengthy parchment. "The Accordances, my new masters." he rattles off with a bit of a lengthy focus on end of the word. He pulls that full paper out, an enormous work of what can only be described as masterwork caligraphy, written in the brightest of reds upon the darkest of parchments. "This is the binding contract given by the late master. He has named the four of you his successors, and the rightful rulers of this land." he explains as he trails his finger down the full length of the parchment that's as tall as the newly arrived lizardfolk, and twice as wide.

"I will now recite the accordances, as written by the late Alexander Augustus Vilger." he explains as he snaps his fingers, causing the paper to stiffen and lay flat in his hands.

Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (10) + (1) + 8 = 19
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + (1) + 8 = 15

Well, this is interesting, Eluvias thought to himself. The lady was a sylph, if he wasn't mistaken. The lizard-like creature was probably one of the lizardfolk. He had read about them, and he recalled that they lived in swamps and marshes, and for the most part were not receptive to the comforts of civilization. The fact that one was here meant that the fog was likely magical, and had transported them all here from various places.

What he didn't understand though, was what possible connection all of them had. They had apparently all inherited some land. But what land could possible be connected to an elven alchemist, a goblin, a sylph and one of the lizardfolk?

Despite his misgivings he kept his mouth shut and listened, hoping that more information was forthcoming.

"Evil!! Badness!!" Eekz covers his eyes to protect them from the horrible corrupting influence of words on paper.

He gestures his hand down to the first portion, looking at it for a moment and then back to the group in front of him. "For the purposes of this contract, you, the heirs, shall be referred to hereafter as shareholders." he explains. "Just as well, the late master, Alexander Augustus Vilger, shall be referred to as the Master. Let it be known that to breach even a single one of these accords is to invite skepticism and danger into your lives, a danger that you can not defeat." he says as he points to the party, as if counting them.

"The First accordance, as written, is to that of the estate. You are all expected, whether in life or death, to strive against all foreign powers that would lay claim to it. You must reward those that seek to benefit it, and lay waste to those that would stand against it." he explains. He then proceeds to lower his finger to the second accordance on the paper.

"The Second accordance, as written, is to your fellow shareholders. Likely is it that they come from different walks of life. Prophets, Poets, Demon worshippers, Humble adventurers, Botanists, it matters not. You are to work with them, regardless of religion, belief, or circumstances, and seek to better the Estate together. Each of you is entitled to 25% of the land, and each of you may make your own renovations, however, you must never overstep your boundaries, or attempt to usurp your fellow shareholders under any circumstances."

"The Third accordance is to your faiths, doctrines, beliefs, and philosophies. You may practice whatever of these you wish, so long as said practice does not interfere with the first Accordance. You are expected to tolerate the religions, beliefs, and doctrines of each other. You are, for all intents and purposes, not allowed to come to blows against each other, or use the land's occupants against their will for the purposes of your religions, beliefs, faiths, or doctrines, or philosophies." he says. "So, if you've got an issue with each other's favored deity's, you can complain all you like... but you are working for the estate's grandeur." he says with a wry smile.

"The last accordance is to the late master, whom's mysterious knowledge beyond his years, must not be abused. Vilger's human life lasted 300 years, and in that time he accumulated many contacts, knowledge, reliable deals, and various occupations... and you, as the Shareholders, are entitled to none of these. You may not seek out his associates, lest they strive against the First Accord. Should you discover his archives of knowledge, you may not make use of them, or journey into them without the late master's explicit permission." he explains, chuckling at the last part. "How, or when that permission will be received is something not even I know." he explains again.

The tall man fishes into his coat again with his other hand, and draws forth a wickedly long, frighteningly thin quill, tipped with what appears to be a scalpel-like point. "Unless you sign this contract here in blood using this quill, you will rule over nothing, and will be reclaimed and returned to your home by the fog... he explains as he reaches the pen out to Eluvias from a distance, smiling a wide, toothy grin.

"I will sign nothing until I have read this contract itself, and know more details about what is on this land and what is expected of me."

We can assume for time's sake that his questions are answered satisfactorily and that he signs

The tall man smiles at the request. "You will rule. You will reward those that wish to help this land, and you will punish the madmen, cultists, and other evils that have seeded themselves within it." he explains, gesturing his hand out towards the road. "You will take back ownership of this lordless land, and reinstate yourselves as the rightful masters!" he says with a rise in his voice. "Vilger has been dead for only a month, and in that time various forces have bubbled up out of the muck of the common man." he laughs. "You will rule this land, and you will cast out that evil, whether for righteousness, or to instill your own kind of evil." he says as he gestures whimsically.

Careful reading of the contract reads exactly as he says it. It is void of jargon, and is rather straightforward. Any attempt to find danger lurking within it only yields what the tall man has said to be true.

Eluvias signs the contract. As he does so he resolves to find a way to get permission to access the archives of knowledge. Even if it meant having to hire a necromancer to do so.

Yes! Yes! Eekz sez yes to all! but Eekz no make evil marks!" the little goblin rants on in goblin after that pronouncement in common, but it's all basically in the same vein.

"Reading the contract... would be wise." after everyone else starts to sign, Sibee draws out her own pen and signs herself.

The tall man grips Sibeesha's wrist as she attempt to sign. "In your blood. With this quill." he says, putting a finger to his lips. "A line, a name, a symbol, a dot. All that matters is your blood must be upon this contract, and placed upon it with this quill." he explains, presenting the sylph the quill again.

The corner of the elf's mouth raised into a smile. He applauded the sylph's attempt to circumvent the contract. Years ago he might have tried the same. Signing a contract in blood given from a mysterious stranger was rarely a good idea. But Eluvias had already outlived his time, and it was either this or passing the next century away in his shop. His skills never being tested, his knowledge accumulating at a snail's pace. At least this would prove to be interesting...

He watched the others, curious at their suspicions but more intrigued by the contract's gains. Though the confrontation among the scaleless just now was both intriguing but confusing to him.

He spoke in his native tongue, as he took his claw and scrapped across the softer scales of his palm without flinching. The softer scales gave way and as the blood ran down he took the quill as the tall man as he presented it to the woman. "iejir ihk vers? si geou ti l'gra shar chian vur ogelend loreatic." The truth of his words was evident in the steely look it gave the tall man. Oaths were something that Teuni took deadly seriously.

He signs the contract, with a symbol akin to a bar with a broad point beneath it, before handing back the quill, a toothy grin spreading across his snout.

I shall now proceed ahead, as I feel we have waited a respectable amount of time. It is impossible to proceed without signing the contract, so consider this merely a friendly push, and less of "forcing a character action."

With everyone having signed the Accordances, the man smiles. "Good, good, with that, you all are the new masters of this land... Now, let me point you in the right direction." he says, all the while grinning a wide grin beneath his spectacles. "Oh but where are my manners, I never said my name. My name is Black. Contract Keeper, Treasurer, you name it. However, I believe I'm free of my prior service, and I'll be on my way." he says, twirling his finger in the air. "The Estate is past the township, following this road. This little gravel road here will, actually, lead you all the way to the Estate, past the land you will rule, of course." he said as he picked up a gravel and danced it around in his hand a bit. "Best of luck."

Just as he says this, his body begins to burn, like paper in a fire. In seconds, his body is crumpled, and cast to the winds. A whisper of his voice is heard upon the burning.

"Four go in. Four will stay. If one should go. Another will come. To replace the man. Who's time is done."

"That was the last they ever head from black."

"Oooh fire!" Eekz's eyes alight with excitement as Black burns away to nothingness... He reaches out and into the dying ashes as they start to fall and are picked up by the air currents... Disappointed that he cannot grab them, maybe make them linger a bit longer.

"We go now?"

Previously...

Stepping out from the fog, Charles was perplexed by the situation and unsure if what he was seeing was actually just a very lucid and surreal dream he'd been having, due to the amount he often overworked himself in his own personal studies.

Still, spotting the man, he approached, both curiously and cautiously.

"Well then, my eclectic fellow shareholders, we should be off. Ah, I hope this estate has a library!" For the first time in years he felt excited. He then turned to Eekz. "And my little goblin friend, be careful with burning books. Inhaling their smoke has the same effect on you as reading them. You would do best to give any you find to me so I can keep them as far away from you as possible."

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 13 lol so close

"Me burn books verrrry carefully. But me no want to touch books! Evil things! Me just tell you. You burn books, yes?" He amiably trots along the roadway, babbling on about fire and book-burning.

"Of course, friend. That sounds like an excellent plan."

Teuni's rolled his shoulders, waving his hand forward, which caught the attention of his animal companions as he moved in line with his fellow clan mates. For the first time he spoke in Common tongue, though he was by no means elegant. "Dis be an interesting t'ing, yes? Books. Do the scaleless enjoy dem dat much?"

The newcomer caught Teuni's eye, but so did the nervous Teuni-Tal. Which leaned down and bumped him with her cranial horn. To which he scratched her scaled chin to soothe her.

"Me gots no scales. Books be bad, me enjoy burning books! Writings and scritchings be evil!"

Sibee looks at the little green guys. "If you dare lay a finger on a book, besides to read it, be prepared to lose that finger."

Eluvias smiled at Sibeesha's comment. It was good to have someone of like mind.

"Come now, there is no need to fight. We have all signed a contract to work together. Eekz has already agreed that I will take any books he finds, so that he does not need to even look at them. Besides, let us remember the accord."

In his best (and very bad) impersonation of the mysterious figure, Eluvias said

{Bad impersonation}"The Second accordance, as written, is to your fellow shareholders. Likely is it that they come from different walks of life. Prophets, Poets, etc. You are to work with them, regardless of religion, belief, or circumstances, and seek to better the Estate together. Each of you is entitled to 25% of the land, and each of you may make your own renovations, however, you must never overstep your boundaries, or attempt to usurp your fellow shareholders under any circumstances."

He then said "I believe we can all agree here and now that when dividing the land, no books are to belong to Eekz. I would humbly take any into my share."

"No... Eekz wants no evil papers or bookses.. Yous can has them all... if you no wants, then me burns."

"More than fair! I do indeed wants-, I mean, gods. We have an accord."

"At first, they leisurely and enjoyable discussed their newfound land. A hilarious matter, concerning what would eventually come to pass. In hindsight that flickering bit of innocence of theirs was the earth shattering spark in a land consumed, at the time, by darkness."

Over the course of the conversation the fog beyond the gravel road dissipates, and, in the distance, a carriage can be seen traveling ahead. At the front are 2 horses that appear to be stricken with famine, as their ribs are pronounced and visible. A man whom's collar stands upright over his mouth sits in the seat, a beaked mask over his face. From within the carriage, a jovial, muffled conversation goes on, and a light can be seen both over the driver's head, and from within the spacious vehicle. It approaches slowly, and the drivers acknowledges you notably, despite his doctor's mask.

"Lookie! Bird-man! Me's heard of thems. Tango.. Tenku... Tingl.. somethings! Eekz never see one before." Eekz stares at the man in the mask curiously. "Everything ourz, yes? Fancy wagon ourz too?"

In his approach, it appeared the other members had not noticed the chilling presence of Charles behind them.

Standing and doing little more than breathing....quietly, Charles watched as the monstrously tall man began to read the contract he had just pulled from his self.

This is most unsettling and as dream-like as this place may be, I feel as though this situation is all too real.

It was rather apparent to Charles that the contract meant something more and was almost certainly sinister in nature. The signing of blood only made the man more hesitant and yet, it didn't seem to phase him.

I've been combating the taint in my blood for so long now, but perhaps this taint could be of use to me after all.

When the signing came around to Charles, he looked at the tall, unnatural humanoid with but a cold gaze from his single visible eye, looking down towards the contract and reading it thoroughly before signing in a most unusual manner.

Flicking his Bastard Sword out from its sheath, he spun it around vertically with a swift motion of the rest, wrapping his left hand around it and closing his fist tightly around the blade. Dragging it down with a swift motion, the man barely showed any sign of pain as his blood began to drip over the quill provided.

Already pale in the face, Charles handed the quill back over to the man, glaring into the darkness of the tall mans concealed eyes, as the most subtle of smirks crept across his face.

As the tall man stepped back and burned to ash, Charles looked over the rest of those in attendance in an attempt to gauge their intentions and lives before this very moment.

The opportunity to learn is what's most interesting here, as the path ahead is surely nothing but interesting.

Trailing the other members a good thirty feet back, Charles kept his wits about him and remained cautious of the situation, regardless of how intimidating his own presence actually was as his Jet Black armour and flowing, crimson red tattered cape swooshed about in the wind behind him, coiling around his much larger sword strapped to his back.

With his primary Bastard Sword in his right hand and a shield engraved with a holy symbol in his left, the man was ready to defend himself at any given moment.

As the fog dissipated, the carriage ahead soon came into sight, though Charles made sure to remain out of sight as much as he could, keeping his distance from those ahead of him.

A Plague Doctor driving a horse-drawn carriage? Though this proves somewhat alarming, I'd best sought out any information I can on the local and surrounding areas.

The carriage rolls up to the lamp post, fresh after the recent events. It stops, and the carriage rider looks down at the 5 of you, and shakes his head back and forth a bit slowly. "New arrivals..." he says, voice muffled, yet still it sounded rugged. "So you've gotten lost as well?" he asks, extending his hand. "This is a terrible night to get lost, my friends." The carriage doors open, and 3 men get out of the carriage, each one toting various weapons and equipment.

"I am but a humble carriage driver. I take those that wish to move elsewhere, and I heal the sick that I find. I cannot, however, do much for the dead." he explains, gesturing towards you. "I will have no part in what follows from this encounter."

The 3 men journey forward, rotating their shoulders. The tallest one, a completely bald, masculine solder, scoffs, and forces snot out of his nose onto the gravel. "Greetings new blood! Get lost, did ya?" he asks, pointing his longsword at the group.

Diplomacy with 1 inspiration: 1d6 + 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + (4) + 8 = 18

"Lost? Why my good friend. When you see an elf, a sylph, a goblin, a...man, and a very large and armed lizardfolk walk out of the mists, that should not be your first question. Let's try again. Introduce yourselves and we will return the favor."

He scratches his head with the dull end of his sword. "Heh, well, see there's a lot of new different looking folks comin' an' goin' these days. All from differen' walks o' life, of course." he explains as he looks towards his friends. "We, my good friend, are the Mercy Men. Not all of'em, mind ya' but, well, that aint gonna matter much." he says with a bit of a chuckle.

"The very tip of various icebergs was met upon their arrival, of course. A great shadow loomed over their sudden intrusion into the clockwork of darkness that had, until then, ran perfectly."

Diplomacy attempt failed. Character is Unfriendly. DC was 19. (20-1)

Sense Motive on whether he is telling the truth about there being more 'mercy men' around: 1d20 + 1d6 + 0 ⇒ (9) + (4) + 0 = 13

I guess Eluvias believes him...?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (20) + (6) + 8 = 34

2 inspiration points left. But damn!

"You have shared your identity with us, and I shall do the same for you." As he said this, Eluvias touched the hilt of his rapier and it began to glow like a torch. He pulled it out with a flourish. "I am Lord Eluvias, named so by Alexander Augustus Vilger. These lands we walk upon are mine by right. These nights are dangerous indeed. Dangerous enough for me to keep company such as the one you see with me. Obviously dangerous enough for you to be armed yourselves. So, Mercy Men. Would you please enlighten me as to what your purpose on my land is? And of course, whether you are currently working for anyone." He let the last sentence hang, hoping that the men would catch his meaning. Best case scenario they could be convinced that they were hired, and bloodshed could be avoided. Or failing that, they might let slip their numbers and purpose, should their fellows need to be hunted down later.

Retry: You cannot use Diplomacy to influence a given creature’s attitude more than once in a 24 hour period. If a request is refused, the result does not change with additional checks, although other requests might be made.

"Ah, well... That's certainly some news." he says, nervously looking back at the other 2 individuals. "You say yer' working for Vilger, eh? The late lord's been dead for a month now..." he says, obviously thinking. "Well, normally, we, in a way, "Release" people from this hellish place." he explains, looking down at his sword. "Rarely, we get the type to let us help them out... other times, well, the work takes some effort..." The man stands for a second, biting his knuckle underneath his glove. "But if all of you are Vilger's proteges... well... Killing you would prevent the deaths of all the people you're here to kill." he says, coldly. "Boys, I think we're going to let these folks go." he states.

Sibee looks at the man. "That is appreciated."

Stepping forwards, Charles glanced at the three men and then over to the four in front. Even without formal attire, he looked Noble in nature, but the eyepatch he wore clearly had a story behind it.

Freeing us from this world?

That is a fine contradiction to what the tall entity had previously stated.

I quote - "Unless you sign this contract here in blood using this quill, you will rule over nothing, and will be reclaimed and returned to your home by the fog."

I believe that when our time here is done, the fog will return us to our home from before. There is always a way out, even if only by unconventional methods.

Unless of course there is no longer room for escape...

Looking to the three men, Charles' expression changed, giving off a vague hint of bemusement as he flashed his slightly, yet unnaturally elongated fangs for but a brief moment.

I have no desire to be sent elsewhere.....especially not the abyss.

If you would be so kind as to lead us to our newly acquired place of residence, we can leave this encounter of inconvenience behind us.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

At Charles' tone, Eluvias stiffened. He was glad to have merely gotten by without receiving a blade in his gullet. These Mercy Men struck him as hardened killers, something he certainly wasn't. His hand fell to his potion of reduce person, so if violence did break out he'd be less of a target.

The man grimmaces, visibly addled. "Well, my friend, if you're talkin' about where Vilger used ta' live, well, you jus' gotta follow this gravel road..." he explains. He looks over to the carriage driver for a moment, and visibly considers his options. "This fellow 'ere can take ya to it easy. Town's not a far walk anyways. You take the carriage..." he says as he starts to take a few steps back. "We'll be on our way then..." he says as he tries to walk a bit back.

If allowed to walk,they'll just disappear into the forest behind the gravel and leave you well alone.
Experience Rewarded: All characters at 100/1300 Experience

Listening to the mans words, Charles watched carefully for even the slightest hint of foul play, though his cause for concern was no longer necessary.

Very well. he said with a slightly forced breath, briefly looking past the carriage and towards the path ahead.

He watched on with a cold gaze as the men departed, and then made way for the front of the carriage to address the driver.

I do not wish for trouble, but I would sooner be prepared than not. Gazing up towards the seat next to the Plague Doctor, he continued; I shall ride atop this carriage and trust that you will transport us to the abode of this recently departed Vilger.

Placing his black gauntlet covered hand onto the carriage door, Charles stepped aside, pulling the door open in tandem with his own movement. Taking a bow, he held his hand out toward Sibeesha and motioned it towards the carriage door.

Your carriage awaits, fair lady.

The safety of women must always be prioritised over men.

The rest of you should follow suit, while I ride atop this carriage. Who truly knows what trouble awaits us?