Faeron Tathviel's page

The tall elf paused at Mistress Samara's words, tipping his head slightly and glancing between the various members of the group near them without a touch of expression reaching his carefully closed off face. He could read their opinions of him easily enough.

"Of those living in this house, little sister, I believe that those who needed mercy received it."He spoke quietly, turning and leaving without a further word with the old woman. Only responding to Mistress Mai's warning when she joined him and the warhorse with a crisp nod of his head. He would not allow anyone to stop him from his mission to bring relief to those children in the long term sense. He assisted the old hag up onto Turin's wide back while the others sorted out who would be remaining.

"If you wish."He flashed a brief smile at Jace, a hint at the humor that was returning now that justice had been established and looked like it would continue to do so. Turin nudged the petting monk's hand and lipped at her. Clearly trying to get a read on the situation as he was picking up his masters unease. Sensing that Faeron rested a gauntled hand on the side of his head and stroked it.

"Thank you, Mistress Mai."His voice rang with his honest appreciation that she would see to the children along with the others. Jace would mean well, but the cavalier would feel better with someone with a more solid head on their shoulders was here as well. Faeron Snapped his heels and graced her with a militaristic bow before catching Turin's reigns and clicking him forward softly. Leading them away, allowing the others to follow if they wished, and to the Silver Crusade where Baltwin would face justice for her crimes and a new patroness would be called for the orphanage. Hopefully this would grant those who started life at a disadvantage a little relief.

The tall elf sighed, an annoyed sound as she fell dramatically to the floor in surrender. And likely a further attempt to draw sympathy from those whose hearts wavered. A slow blink as Mistress Mai lept forward to assist Baltwin while Faeron's steely eyes watched without sympathy for the old woman.

"We have yet to see a single child, little sister, despite the noise. I would think that children who can't move need little watching."He spoke simply, his voice still containing the cold tones of anger as the helping hands where slapped coldly away. He didn't even bother with telling the old woman to stop. Baltwin had no heart, no decency, and no words he would speak would appeal to something she didn't have. That was what some of the party had failed to realize. And perhaps failed still. At Mistress Samara's question he turned his head slightly and offered her a tight lipped smile for the insight. He hadn't questioned as he had no intention of letting her cast it, but it was a good question all the same. What more damage could she have caused? And then Passio spoke once more.

"I pity those who fall under a sword as you watch and cling to your mercy, refusing to slay the killer as he is weaker than you.'He responded flatly to the sorcerer, not even bothering to look towards him as he did. Was he clinging to the letter of the law as a coward or from fear? Or had he truly never seen that mortal laws were as flawed as those who wrote them. In which case he was a willful, blind child. He reached down and plucked the cat up and handed it to the spiteful woman.

"Come."A cold, clipped word that left no room for argument from the old woman. He was tired to the bone of this orphanage and turned to leave it. Only to face his horse who was attempting to wiggle himself inside likely to find out what was going on or assist. Thankfully the frame held against him. A small sigh and Faeron rubbed at his nose. Pushing with his other hand at the center of the big head and pushing Turin back out into the sunlight.

"Up with you."He instructed the crone, shifting to assist her in getting on the massive grey.

Grey eyes slipped towards the door as the sorcerer foolishly darted forward and threw himself between them. In a small space with Corbyn's massive sword, and promptly attempted to remind them that they were supposed to report her bahviours and apologizing to the chanting woman with the claim that they were not agents of the laws. The steel orbs flashed and narrowed as his lips twisted with a brief flash of disgust. The little courtiers back home had acted the same, claiming distance to keep their noses clean. And then he was adressed in a sharp tone while lightening danced along the sorcerers eyes. Faeron's expression closed off like a steel trap.

"When you have proved yourself, child, you can address me as a superior."There was no give in his tone, no mercy, not understanding. He had no intentions of harming this woman more than necessary to bring about justice but he WOULD bring justice. Corbyn felt much the same, defending his choices."Cowards do not get to question another's honour. "His tone was cold and scathing as he ignored the rambling sorcerer and swung out in an attempt to knock the old woman out and end this pitiful farce so he could return her to the Silver Crusade and free the children she abused as any decent creature would.

Unarmed attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Nonlethal damage:1d3 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Initiative:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

He wasn't expecting quite the resistance he got. Biting off a curse as she managed to wiggle free and to the floor. Immediately screaming for help and pulling herself together for an attack. A little shocked he stepped back, hand dropping to his sword. But he hesitated with a scowl. She was a horrible example of a human being, had harmed children and fully deserved to be brought to justice....but he had no intentions of physically harming the woman unless he absolutely had to. So he gripped the pommel with a gauntlet hand for those several precious seconds as he debated his response to the shocking turn of events.

Intimidate:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Grapple:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Carry:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Had his mood been better he might have smiled at the way the half-orc was quick to step up and glare down at the woman. It was an impressive sight, one that he made a mental note not to back the inquisitor into a corner because of. But for now his focus was on the situation at hand and he had little humour for that. Mistress Mai's words drained even more of that as fire snapped in the steel grey eyes as he flicked a glance towards the monk and then back at the woman who apparently sold off her charges. Disgust twisting the lines of his mouth.

The pleading eyes the old crone turned on them was offset by her attempted defense of her actions. How she needed the money and they should clearly understand and accept her position. Had she been more capable of defending herself he would have issued a challenge right then and there. Saying there was no one else to take her place. Which Faeron refused to accept. Mistress Samara's raised voice added more clues to the puzzle while the dark haired female's attempt to gain the truth was added by the near-silent Corbyn's rebuke. The tall elf may not have believed in an afterlife, but he did believe in redemption. He just equally believed this hag was past that point. Her actions on children, innocent children in her protection, was beyond anything that could be forgiven. Mistress Mai brought up searching the orphanage which was instantly, and shriekingly, denied by the woman he was holding. The threat to call the guards on them was the last straw. Too many times he'd seen the wealthy use the guards to protect themselves, to hide their greed and cruelty behind the veneer of civility. All expression simply drained off his face like water leaving it blank.

The others continued discussing their choices, Jace even offering the woman a drink but she'd never get it. Faeron shifted, grabbing her around the waist and plucking her off the ground. Fully expecting a fight and braced for whatever backlash she'd be able to use against him. If he had to wrestle her the entire way he would. This would end NOW.

"Jace, the children need your healing aide, please give them a kindness they have been getting no where else. Mistress Mai, Corbyn. This house hides secrets if you would be so kind to discover them, and Passio, Mistress Samara you two would be the best to collect the lost children. I do not believe they will need to be working any longer."His voice was bland, clipped, and matched the neutral expression he was wearing as he whistled sharply, once. "Auntie will be getting her wish to speak with the guard about this issue."So saying he began making his attempt to haul the old woman out of the house. Whether the others obliged his requests or went their own way his most important duty was to see that Auntie Baldwin never again harmed a child with her neglect and cruelty.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15

Armour creaked, the green haired elf shifting to follow forward into the dingy gloom of the building. His storm grey eyes taking in the surroundings as Jace continued to attempt his diplomatic handling of what apparently was a drunken waste of humanity. Coddling her as he attempted to get her to believe that he was on her side. If he hadn't known Jace already he probably would have lost his patience much, much sooner. But in some respects it was like watching a cart crash. Almost too engaging too look away no matter how much it might be an inconvenience. So despite his annoyance with the woman proper it was almost enough amusement just watching the cleric try and dance around her obviously sour disposition. Almost.

His gaze narrowed as she all but lept upon the excuse of drink, so conveniently placed. He had rarely meet an alcoholic of her type that would admit to anything. No, they far preferred to claim ignorance and fight any suggestion otherwise. Could she be so anxious to get them their answers and banish them that she'd be willing to even fleetingly admit to something? That begged the question. Why? Since they'd come she'd behaved as if their very existence was a threat.

His hand tightened around the pommel of his sword as the wizened woman stomped to the door to reveal two more of his companions, and promptly smear upon the half-orc's nature. Had anyone been closer they would have heard the creak of metal as his hand tightened and the slow grinding of teeth. Hearing Mistress Mai's snarking response to the harsh words through a rush of blood. He had had enough.

"That is enough."The tall elf snarled in a tightly controlled tone, loosing his ill-held temper and stomping forward to do something he rarely did, a gauntlet closed around Auntie Baldwin's frail arm. Temper snapping in his eyes darkening them to a slate grey. "Mistress Mai, the children are still our first priority. Would you take Jace to tend to them, please?"His words were polite but the tone was clipped with the annoyance for the hag. Gaze shifting towards the inquisitor. "Corbyn, if you would assist me in questioning our proprietress as to her EXACT behaviours?"

That being said he turned his attention downwards to the old hag that he was touching. His expression disgust and anger blended into a lethal mix. Voice dropping to a husky growl to match the steel dark eyes.

"Given my current feelings towards you, neighbor, I would recommend thinking about telling me the truth, and ALL of it. I would rather enjoy seeing every sordid little detail of your life dragged into the light of the Silver Crusade. So please. Oblige me."A quick flash of teeth that didn't even slightly resemble a smile. It was a sharp baring of teeth that backed up the threat in his voice.

Intimate:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
The stormy orbs narrowed as the old woman continued speaking. Her refusal to allow them in setting off alarm bells in his mind. Anyone who would refuse help at an establishment that clearly needed it was doing so to protect their own interests. Chivalry and curtsey only applied to those who deserved it. This old woman had just firmly put herself on the other side of that line for the cavalier.

He sucked in a slow, deep breath. Glaring daggers at the woman barring the way and trying to count to ten in his head while his glare suggested he was imagining tying her to the back of Turin and taking a trot around the clearing. Still, Jace was making a valiant attempt to turn the tides their direction so he bit his tongue and attempt to let the matter settle politely as there were people watching them and they were new comers to this part of town.

His smirk stayed in place as she puffed up, storm eyes clearly daring her to try something. Not that he would stoop to attacking old ladies, but he found stepping to the side at just the right moment could provide a very effective lesson. However, Jace had kept his head much more effectively at her greeting and the woman's attitude turned a little more welcoming, which was still not at all, and asked them what they wanted.

"Asking for an apple would likely be ill-advised, I presume?"The elf drawled just below normal speech level as he lifted his gaze from the wrinkled woman and into the shadows beyond her where supposedly several sick children were at. Regardless of the 'tender' care of this woman it was those children who came first. He reminded himself of that even as Jace brought up the trouble that may be haunting the building and asked if they could come in. Keeping otherwise quiet and allowing the cleric to speak as he seemed more likely to get them inside to the children. It would have been quite entertaining for Mistress Mai to be here instead, due to her much sharper tongue and willingness to use it. It wasn't terribly charitable of him but the idea of that confrontation was quite amusing to the cavalier. Still, it seemed lucky that Jace had come with him as the old woman didn't appear to have a fondness for elves.

The storm grey orbs look over the haggard appearance of the woman who answers the door. A state he could easily understand from her circumstances, but something in her attitude, the way she she sneered at them set his teeth on edge. Faeron's lips lifted, but it had edges, this wasn't a smile but a barring of teeth.

"How lucky for my kind's children, neighbor."He drawled before getting a slight surprise in having Jace step up beside him and greet the woman as well. Honestly he had expected the priest to have followed after Mistress Mai for as long as the dark haired female would allow. He tipped his head faintly in acknowledgment of the male's presence before returning his attention to the crone who ran the orphanage. Already feeling for the children under her 'tender' care. But then, appearances could be deceiving and perhaps life had simply ground any kindness out of her long ago.

Thankfully Jace seemed more at ease with her so he let the other take the lead so he could observe until Faeron came to his own conclusions regarding the facility. The hand resting on the pommel of his sword tightening on it for a minute as he decided that if she was as cold and cruel to the children as she first seemed it would be an issue he would have to remedy. It was a tragedy that children were lost or abandoned as it was without forcing them to suffer unduly for it. Even if it was outside of his mission parameters he could not sit idly by. Thankfully he did not think, from what he'd seen, that his companions would complain at the delay this might cause.

The area changed as they walked, getting progressively less populated by those seeking money or places to spend that money. He preferred it here. There was less of the sensations from home amid the more passive homes with their duller colours. None of the strict cleanliness, but more honesty. A light tug on his stirrup pulled the tall elf's attention down towards the dark haired monk at their side.

"We weren't aware of the extended interest in either ourselves or our mission."His grey gaze slid between the two woman and a faint smile grew on his lips. "Keep your eyes open, little sisters."The tall elf helped the female who had been sitting with him down as Mistress Mai seemed to have found where she wished to drink and pass the time. Swinging his own armoured frame up and off to the ground. Patting Turin's shoulder as the big grey was busy snorting and ruffling at the two female's to pay much attention to his master.

"I don't like how few children are about. If you ladies will excuse me?"He murmured the first mostly to himself, having seen none of the bustle he'd expect near an orphanage, and the last sentence to the two females with a deep bow.

"Turin. Guard."He caught the velvet soft muzzle that was nipping at Mistress Mai's tassels and pulled the big head around so he could stare at the huge brown eyes. A faint nicker and a rapid head nod showed Turin's understanding of the command and the cavalier smiled and pulled out a gold coin, passing it to Mistress Samara.

"Please buy Turin a drink. I'll return shortly."Another quick dip of his head to the two ladies and he stepped briskly away. Heading for the orphanage with one hand on his sword to keep it from being jostled as people moved past him. His expression stony as he knocked sharply on the wooden door.

Faeron shook his head with an amused lift to his lips at Mistress Mai's sulk as she moved to the back with Plod. It was unfortunate something had happened to the poor woman's store, but it sounded as if their companions were at least repaying her for the damages being done. Had he been with others he would have worried more, but just a few hours had left him with the knowledge that his companions were honourable if nothing else and they would act as was best. The grey eyes slid towards the exiting pair who were conversing quietly, not picking up most of the conversation until they had gotten closer to the mounted elf. Just enough to catch a few words about a halfling. The edges of his smile widening at the doubt in the other's tone as he once more helped the pale haired female up into the saddle.

A slight nudge of his knee and they resumed their trek to the orphanage. Turin's ears perked and alert for further danger as well as the fact that the massive grey was trying to stay as close to the female monk as was possible. For the moment the cavalier allowed this as it wouldn't cause any problems for more people to be near the donkey that contained their package. resuming his own watch while partially paying attention to the flirting disguised as bickering that had resumed almost immediately, if indeed it had ever stopped. He broke his concentration at the sorcerers touch because he felt the muscles twitch under them as the darkened nose swung dangerously around with ill intent. Pulling the opposing reign in warning.

"Turin."His voice was amused despite the sharper tone as he kept his jealous warhorse from taking a bite out of a companion. "It appears I missed quite a moment. Soothing savage shopkeepers now are we, little sister?He lightly inquired of the female sitting in front of him, laughter dancing in his eyes as she seemed quite flustered by the very idea as well as the praise. Amid all this the discussion on clothing seemed to be equally upsetting their other female companion. Mistress Samara's words hinted at how she might have gotten the shopkeeper to calm down as well. There were hidden depths here in all his companions.

"Be at peace, Mistress Mai. Your robes are much like yourself, tastefully simplistic and perfectly functional as Mistress Samara has said. You have already drawn more attention in them than any of the finely dressed ladies wandering the city have."His grey gaze moved meaningfully towards Jace and Passio with the amusement still deepening the lines around his mouth. He was enjoying the dance that the three had created around one another and hoped that whatever the steps might end in, that they would find peace and happiness in it. The sudden vocalization of their most reserved member had surprised grey orbs swinging towards the half-orc.

"And break your vow of silence, Corbyn?"He teased, knowing a story of any length would contain more words than he had spoken of in front of the group all combined.

"I apologize, Mistress Samara"the tall elf almost instantly spoke to the startled elf who had gotten jostled by the grey warhorse's response. The massive horse nickered and turned to blow a puff of hot air against their legs after dropping back to all fours. Obedient to the kick he'd received from his master.

"It was a nice try, Turin."The cavalier murmured as he helped Mistress Samara down so she could follow the others into the building. Stormy grey eyes following before drifting back to the donkey that contained their package and the only other member to stay with them, Corbyn. A faint lift of his lips in a smile complete with shrug before Faeron went back to watching the people who moved past them. There were a lot more eyes on them after the rucks his horse had created. The taunt muscles under him showing that Turin still wasn't pleased at the break up of the group so a gauntled hand was lightly rested on the dappled hide.

"Easy friend, the ladies are in good company."he assured his long time companion. Otherwise alternating between watching Corbyn move to shout down the alley and any suspicious activity. Unfortunately, that seemed to mostly be coming from his own companions within the shop. Including the shouting of a female voice to get out. Turin's head lifted, ears perked forward, as he listened with clear interest to the things that were going on inside. The green-haired male shook his head and waited, they'd find out soon enough and one more person would only add to the confusion.

A few minutes later he received part of an answer as to what had been going on inside when the dark haired female came out with a burning cloth and Jace. Faeron sighed and reached back. Unhooking something from his saddle bag and unscewing it with a casual movement. A slight nudge of his foot set Turin a few steps forward and to the side so he could turn the canteen over and dump the contents on the flames as well as the male holding it.

"Things are going well I take it?"He drawled calmly, capping the canteen with a twist and a smile for the pair who had left the shop as he put it away.

Aid Another: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

A hand dropped from the reigns the second he felt the muscles below him tense. The warning coming up through minor signs before Turin actually dropped back and alerted them to a threat. The gauntled hand settling on his sword pommel as the storm orbs hardened and swept the surroundings looking for anything that was attacking them.

"Turin is very simple in his desires, if this was jealousy he would have gone after the donkey."A light twist of his lips showed the humour that occasionally surfaced in those on the gallows. "Not to point out the obvious, but it appears there's a threat."He drawled following both the white-haired elf's directions and Turin's own to see the shop. Although there didn't appear anyone there now to show an immediate threat.

"Our half-ling friend from earlier?He inquired softly, shifting a little so he could fight from Turin's back while still protecting the female sitting in front of him. Gaze flickering towards Mistress Mai.

"Mistress Mai, I do no-"And that was as far as he got before sucking in a breath as he felt Turin surging in a very familiar way. Wrapping an arm around Mistress Samara and pulling her harder back into his armoured chest as he braced forward in a practiced move while Turin screamed a challenge to the world. On the battle field it was expected, in the merchant district it was embarrassing enough he sighed and kicked the horses sides to get him to cease the activity.

Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The green haired elf tapped his chest and dipped a deeper bow of respect for the woman who had honoured him by recognizing something within his stance and greeting him from it. Not breaking the petting the dark haired woman was giving the huge grey as he mounted smoothly once more and offered a hand for the pale haired elf to resume her seat with him as well.

"Mistress Mai is correct, breaking apart at this juncture would only cause more problems. We already know we are being watched."the tall cavalier murmured as the group set out once more. The warhorse grumbling about having to loose a chance for the monk to continue touching his soft pelt, but he walked once more with the focused intensity of being on active duty.

"The Crusade is a noble cause if it is your wish to peruse it, friend. There is no greater light in these times."The stormy grey gaze shifted towards the male who was walking ahead of them. A slow eyebrow climbing at the rather...interesting walk he caught. Turning his head slowly, Faeron glanced behind them to where Mistress Mai was walking with the more silent of the group as his lips twitched up into a smile. There were birds from his home who behaved in such ways. Fluffing brilliantly coloured feathers and prancing in elaborate dances to draw a female's attention. Turning back towards the front with amusement and laughter dancing in his eyes and along the edges of his expression. Just catching the tail end of Lady Samara's words with the strutting male.

"Money may not be evil, but it absorbs the blood and pain of those whose hands it passes through. I should hope coins never find a way to speak or the world will fall to its knees in despair. So perhaps it is more a pretty illusion that evil men hide behind."He shrugged slight and then glanced down towards the elven female. "But then, I have never gone hungry either and can not know what hope money might represent. I suppose in the end, your wisdom is greater than my own. It may be just a tool yet."There was a deep, old pain though rising in his eyes as he lifted his gaze once more and swept the stalls. Seeing somewhere far away instead, a world broken under money when it never should have been. "Money shouldn't be a game."It was quite the speech coming from him and he shook his head and grinned almost repentantly for it and fell silent once more.

The bickering continued around them, mostly ignored by the green-haired cavalier who was no more aware of the crowds surrounding them. Watching for any sign of further hostility and allowing the budding relationships to unfurl as they would among the companions he had joined. The talk ranging back and forth from their mission, personal, and then to the tracking of the halfling. Like his master Turin was swinging his massive head back and forth, ears perking and moving almost constantly.

"Peace, children."He murmured softly when Jace and Passio began exchanging slightly more heated passes over Mistress Mai. But given the faint smile playing on Faeron's lips he didn't believe they would come to anything more. It was a typical dance to attract a female's attention and healthy in most cases, so long as it stayed friendly. His storm coloured orbs only dropped away from his scanning when the dark haired monk fell back away from them towards the donkey that followed. Turin's brief drop of ears showed that he did not like this sudden change in positions but he was in battle mode and thus didn't drop his guard position as he clearly wished to.

"Mistress Samara, I believe our companion would appreciate a little conversation that did not involve male bickering if you would be so kind as to keep her company along some stretches of our assignments?"The tall elf asked of his riding companion in a low voice, keeping it dropped so that only the white haired female could hear as they shifted position to come up a change in scenery. It would make it much easier to track as there were fewer people around and the area was much neater. Turin's shod hooves rang sharply on the elegant new paving and the stallion's head lifted proudly at the change. Faeron chuckled softly and gave the neck a stroke as they turned towards the temple. Helping Mistress Samara off the tall grey horse as soon as a woman approached them.

"A pleasure Mistress Ollysta, I am Faeron."He murmured with a short bow, listening quietly after as she began explaining her order. One that the cavalier was aware of. It was a faction that he could take heart in and had plans to peruse when he was more worthy of it. His gaze following the passage of the package from the hands of the Silver Crusader and into Corbyn's hands to be placed with Plod's belongings. Apparently the largest part of their mission was to find out if the orphanage had some truth in rumour. If it didn't he would have more than a passing word to say to the operator. Inclining his head but leaving the conversations to the others. At least until Jace once more walked into a wall as far as Mistress Mai was concerned.

"Well played, little sister."His accented tone held approval for the way she put the male in his place but his smile said there was nothing malicious in the teasing. It was good that the human would have to work for her attention, he would treasure it more if she bestowed it on him in the end. The grey orbs sliding towards Passio as he admitted his desire to join the silver crusade as well. His smile growing as he added points in the favour of the Sorcerer. To work towards good. Both male's seemed to be just within their own hearts. The pale-haired elf promised to assist them with the mission as well. Apparently Turin did not approve of her love of donkey's as he turned his head and shoved the grey nose into her chest with a demanding nicker and lipped at her clothing so she'd admit that he was more impressive.

Perception:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

"I have no complaint at an adjustment to our schedule, little sister. Jace is correct that an orphanage is likely more pressing in need. It will cost us nothing to adjust our pattern for that need."He calmly smiled with a slight lift of his lips before helping the pale haired elf up onto the massive warhorse who held perfectly still for the procedure. Only slipping a booted foot back into the stirrup when they were both settled and nudging the grey stallion forward at a slow walk amid the others. Turin was carefully placing each steel shod hoof so it would not land on a stray human's toes.

Fearon was careful to maintain a perfect distance with the arms wrapped around the female to hold the reigns so as not to invade her space or be inappropriate as his weight easily shifted with each step from years of long practice. Storm grey eyes sweeping the surrounding area with an almost militaristic manner while the others spoke around him, listening with half an ear that showed in the occasional twitches of his lips from something said. He approved of Jace's story, it showed a strength of character he could trust in. Sympathy was a virtue in rare supply these days.

Trained together, he felt it the instant that Turin's muscles tightened under him. The soft snort radiating the aggression that was breed into his very blood as the stallion turned his head towards the alley way. The reigns silently pulling while a sharper crack of a hoof was the warhorses warning to his master. The gauntled hand reached out and patted the soft neck.

"Still, friend. I see him."He softly spoke, like he was soothing a skittish animal. Few knew the tells of a battle trained horse so it was easy to blend the motion into appearing as if he hadn't seen the small creature. Apparently he wasn't the only one to notice them because in front of him Mistress Samara asked quietly if the dark haired woman to their side had seen anything. Mistress Mai responded negatively, suggesting that it might have something to do with them.

"Our numbers will provide some protection, thankfully his intelligence is somewhat lacking to show himself and put us on our guard. Hopefully it is less personal and more to do with being Pathfinders"The green haired male drawled, glancing around the crowded street to see if he could find any further signs of the small creature. Turin shifted, dropping back and around so that he moved Mistress Mai between the heavy horse and the smaller Donkey that was accompanying them. The cavalier gave the velvet neck another a pat for the action.

He wasn't offended that it took a moment of concentration for the cleric to pull his attention for the attractive monk and towards his statement. He wasn't nearly as pretty. But his lips did quirk up slightly as he continued distracting Turin.

"Yes. Although Turin has never been there. He is much happier in cities and open plains indeed."The suggestion had a single ear of the massive grey flick towards the human as if he might almost acknowledge him for the compliment that he would be fast. But his closeness to Mistress Mai would insure that he didn't relax fully until the stallion had been distracted with the white-haired elf. "He's fairly impressive at full gallop."He agreed before slowly letting off his hand and allowing Turin to move a couple steps forward towards Mistress Samara.

"Given the structure of the city's districts it may be best to go to the Ivy district rather than hitting the middle with the Ascendant court and sweeping either directions."the tall elf murmured while the grey nose of the big horse nudged into Mistress Samara's chest in a demand for attention as well as an assurance as he read her nerves. He also appreciated that she admitted to liking horses. Faeron smiled, the smoky orbs picking up the emotion.

"Turin won't hurt you, little sister, and Mistress Mai is correct. He is more than capable of carrying both of us so I will make sure you don't come to harm."He caught the pommel of the saddle and easily vaulted himself into place before pulling his foot free of a stirrup so she could use it to get up as well as the hand he held out for her.

He smiled at the formal acceptance of his title, which was a good thing as he had them so deeply ingrained it would have been difficult to stop. His hands deftly finishing their work on the harness while listening to the dark haired lady explain that she didn't ride, but could run along side them.

"I have seen horses at full gallop on the battlefield, Mistress Mai, I will admit that I find it hard to imagine a person who could rival their speed. I will be interested in seeing it when you master the feat."The green-haired male ran his fingers along the thick mane, checking that the alignments were right and getting the horse to tilt his head and lean his weight into the cavalier for more scratches, which he provided. Turin immediately began making enthusiastic noises while two other's joined them. The nervous elf and the human who made a bee-line for the dark haired female.

"Love shines even here"He murmured softly into the hey smell of Turin's mane. Which had the stallion nickering curiously and turning his head to look with soulful eyes at the two humans who were now talking back and forth. His ears dropping as he noticed one was a male. A gauntled hand grabbed his grey nose to keep him from going after Jace.

"Thank you, Jace."He drawled, patting the horse while still keeping him from charging forward. Using a free hand to scratch his ear to keep him distracted.

"I'm from Verduran."the tall elf answered calmly, mostly because a question had been directed at him rather than because he believed that Jace truly cared. It was clear his interest was in the tiny female human. With a casual strength he pulled Turin's head from the pair and towards the pale haired female who was standing nervously to one side. Turin's ears immediately perked up and he gave a small snort.

"Mistress Samara, would you prefer to ride?"The lady Mai made it obvious she did not ride and would view it as a personal weakness, but he would never ride while a female walked who did not wish to.

"You've ridden horses before, Mistress Mai?"He asked, sounding a little startled at this and for a moment it was clear he was picturing something in his head. Mostly it was the small mountain ponies he'd occasionally seen as a child, and in fact had as his first pony, being ridden by the dark haired female. His lips twitched, and only a deeply ingrained sense of respect kept him from allowing any more of the amusement to touch his features, but restraining it did give him that slightly distant look he got when addressing the lodges leader.

"Thank you."He drawled to the two teens who had hurried over with his equipment. Casually settling the saddle in place and tying the strap before just as easily shoving a knee into Turin's expanded belly until he could get a few more notches in the leather. From long practice he ignored the grumbling, there was no harm done to the dappled stallion except for his being unable to dump his rider at some point from a loose saddle. The bit provided a bit more of a problem and only practice and quick reflexes kept him from loosing a hand. He sighed again.

"If I may, little sister?"He inquired, before stepping up and catching Turin's ear in a gauntled fist and arching an eyebrow with a bemused expression on his face. The grey grumbled and huffed but opened his mouth at the threat. While he was tying the rest of the halter in place he glanced over his shoulder with a soft smile for the young woman.

"I apologize, but little sister is simply something from my youth used for non-family female's. I can cease if you wish."He offered, pushing Turin's nose down with a free hand when the other started shoving him with it in retaliation for the bit that the horse was now chewing on unhappily.

"I see the lady knows how to tame wild beasts."He drawled, a full smile in place as he watched the huge dappled horse preen under her praise. Turin clearly appreciated someone who appreciated him. Mimicking his horse he inclined his green head slightly at the smile and statement that they were fine companion's for one another. Placing a hand on the shoulder that was at height with his own to pat it lovingly.

"He's a hassle, but a friend."And with the precise timing of a horse Turin chose that moment to push his weight into the armoured elf. He briefly debated pushing back but with a soft chuckle let himself get shoved out of the way and keeping a hand on the white-grey hide walked around the back.

"Behave."He murmured at the threat of a stomp but there was no fear in his voice. Him and Turin had come to an understanding years ago. Having armour generally helped. He motioned for the stable boys to bring him his tackle and gear while amused storm orbs watched the female who was vastly dwarfed by the horse who was demanding attention.

"If he annoys you, little sister, just push him away. Turin is clearly abused and starved for attention."He patted the gleaming hide once more, the solid muscles of a well fed and cared for horse under them easily taking the impact. Although Turin did flick his tail again, and thanks to the length, edges of it caught the tall male's side. He sighed and shook his head.

The grey eyes slid to the side and down where the dark haired female had quickly placed herself. In response to her words he inclined his head with a friendly twitch of a smile.

"If that is your wish, little sister."he settled a hand on the pommel of his sword to keep it from knocking into his legs as the pair of them quickly left the halls and out to the stables of the lodge. Which was about the time Faeron sighed softly and looked at the gathered group of stable boys who were clearly dodging and attempting to control something.

"You may wish to cover your ears, Mistress Mai."He resignedly sighed to the dark haired warrior before releasing a sharp, piercing whistle that sounded like a bird native to his home forest. A fierce war cry answered his noise and a massive grey nose shoved its way through the stable boys who were already moving back recognizing Faeron. A moment later the thick chest and massive horse followed. Trotting with the particular clipped motion that managed to convey annoyance the horse crossed the distance that separated them. Once there Turin nickered in his master's face, huffing and giving the general idea he was speaking by the chuffing noises he was making before he tossed his head and made the long silver strands fly about his face and settle in an equally messy pattern as before the move.

"I take no blame for that, Turin. If you were as small perhaps you too would be let in. Now mind your manners; we have a guest."He turned smiling grey eyes towards the lady at his side. "Mistress Mai, may I introduce Turin my horse?" Said horse shoved his master with his nose before looking from his tall master to the smaller female with a questioning nicker and then dropped his head to lip politely at the young woman's tassels on her sword.

"Interesting is a good word for it."The cavalier murmured, his lips teasing at a smile. It did not matter what the city, the area surrounding a harbor always drew in the more interesting individuals. His storm gaze flickered towards the two female's who would be accompanying them. It wouldn't do to protect them from all the hazards, but a shield between them and any that might get the wrong idea of a female in that quarter at night would be a good idea. Mistress Mai also voiced her opinion of their route and he nodded crisply. So that would be their path then. Not difficult, but it would be best that they keep their wits about them regardless.

"Indeed, neighbor."He drawled in agreement with Jace's feelings that between the map and someone who knew the area they wouldn't get lost. Gracing those present with a brief bow to excuse himself as well. "Ladies."He couldn't simply leave a room without a brief acknowledgment of the female's presence but as many of them where leaving as well it was the only sign he showed before striding towards his quarters with the solid sounds of his booted feet on the flooring.

The tall elf returned after several minutes with a pack that would fit to his saddle easily, only to come to a halt as he walked in to find a donkey being loaded casually by his companions.

"After some time I should cease to be amazed at the sheer absurdity of life."He murmured to himself before turning his head at the shout of the chamberlain. A brief look of worry passed over his features and he turned to the softly chatting group.

"I apologize but I will have to meet you in front of the building. I would not wish to cost the jobs of our stable boys."There was hints of exasperation, worry, and amusement in his lightly accented voice as he turned crisply and once more left. Taking his bags down at a clipped pace to the stable to keep his own mount from deciding that it was not acceptable for a mere donkey to have access to the building while he could not. Turin could get very...creative when thwarted.

He allowed the others several moments to look through the sheet of paper before moving towards the crowded Corbyn and using his height to his advantage. Grey eyes sweeping over the list, taking a moment to read them as he was mostly doing so from a position that had the letters appearing upside down. As he did so the half-orc was asking about an order while to his side mistress Mai also participated in the discussion followed by several more options. However, he did approve of the suggestion that the order of the city would have an impact on their actions. Faeron stepped back out of the way in one smooth motion to avoid over crowding anyone and attempted to think of the area around the lodge in order. Mistress Samara began attempting to picture the city much like Faeron was now, but after a moment he agreed with her and gave up to pull a map free.

"Mistress Samara?"He motioned the other elf to move over with him to a free bench where he leaned over to spread the paper where anyone who wished could see. "The geography suggests an arc of the city would be most productive. I have not spent a significant amount of time in the city itself if you know an area that may be the most dangerous we can add that into our plan."He murmured calmly, eyes lifting to glance at the white-haired female he was addressing while his gauntlet encased finger touched lightly on the Foreign Quarter where they were at now, then slid up to the Ivy, around Wise, and down through the very arc he was speaking of. His green head then shifted so he could look around the room at general, gauging everyone's reactions to his suggestion while mostly staying bent over to hold his finger on their last destination which was in the Docks.

He wasn't surprised not to receive an response from the small, dark haired Mai. Most choose to ignore his more sarcastic responses. The corners of his lips quirked, deepening the laugh lines there while his head turned towards the sound of approaching feet, hearing them quickly thanks to his races enhanced sense but waiting until their leader appeared before actually responding to his presence. Heels coming back together while he gained a more stiff stance, much like Jace. The training having him raise his storm coloured orbs to a spot just above the Venture-captain's right shoulder and gained a distant quality to them as he listened to their assignment. A set of errands regarding individuals of the society itself from what he gathered. Not a hint of reaction touching his parade neutral features.

Keeping his gaze distance locked when their leader was chosen, the parchment set into the hands of the only male still sitting. He trusted the Venture-captain enough to assume that Corbyn's personality was more suitable to their task and was content with this. Their errands would be more about Faeron learning about those in his team anyway. He was unfamiliar with all except for Corbyn in passing so it would ensure any future interactions would run more efficiently if he knew what to expect.

Only the slightest hint of amusement and appreciation touched the stormy eyes as the human called them younglings as well as complimenting them. Having seen the venture-captain in action once on the training field he was quite proud to have the compliment. Not that he was allowing for any further reaction but he would ensure to live up to that praise in the time to come. He finally moved at the request of questions. Clicking his heels together, a hand touching his heart in a closed fist, and dipping a formal military bow to the male to show he didn't have any questions as well as his respect. If he had questions he would find them himself or the team as a whole. He might trust the Venture-captain but some traits were too deeply ingrained to change.

A commotion temporarily ceased all discussion as yet another individual entered the room. Smiling widely and reminding the cavalier a bit of a bear eating honey. Overly pleased, wide of motion, and quite vocal. His own lips quirked in amusement as he watched the male jerk around the room through various trains of thought. Introduction, apparently touching random pillars, and finally introduction again. It was sufficient to set off the little white haired lady once more as she became the focus of all that attention for a moment as introductions were made. Amusement flavouring the smokey eyes darker as he observed the interactions with each of the other members. Their responses to such abundance of personality. Until that moment he had believed Jace to be the more exuberant of those in the room, he paled in comparison Passio Mancini.

"Faeron, neighbor"He calmly introduced himself upon his turn, having filed the names of those that went before him for future reference. Given the nature of those here, he doubted a test against each other was to come. Their abilities varied too much, as did their personalities. He hoped it was so at least, because the effect the tiny dark haired female was having on the two excitable males was worth watching further for its entertainment value if nothing else. Any further thoughts were interrupted by the return of the chamberlain who was just as quick to excuse himself while confirming Faeron's earlier beliefs on their mission. Madam Mai looked critically across the room at each of them and seemed to find no fault in their appearances. It was a more direct stare than he was used to receiving from women but he dipped his courtly bow once more.

"Thank you, little sister. I'll take comfort in your assessment."His lightly accented voice held touches of humour that danced in the storm orbs and along the reappearance of his smile.

Faeron's lips quick slightly as his grey eyes shift between the arguing pair, like a parent watching squabbling children. He did not add to the conversation, however, merely observed. The two seemed quite capable of keeping their cool even amid such a topic and unlikely to challenge one another to a duel here in the Venture-Captain's lobby. Fools did not last long in the Pathfinders and that alone proved his guess about them. It was still a welcome distraction when a white haired female made her own, nervous, appearance.

"Peace, little sister."the deep voice murmured as she stumbled through an excuse to her tardiness. Jace also seemed to sense her unease and dropped towards her hand in a courtly manner that the green-haired cavalier approved of. Sweeping her the same elegant bow he had given to the dark haired lady several moments before upon his introduction by the now rising male.

The storm orbs swung to the sound of approaching footsteps, widening slightly as the small female came into view. His stance unconsciously stiffened, going more formal as his feet snapped together with military precision. When the dark haired female bowed to the room he cracked a fist to his chest and executed a perfectly courtly bow in return that was deeper than her own.

"My Lady."He glanced quickly at the other two males with a sharpness that suggested that the one sitting at least rise at the presence of a lady among them, before straightening and resuming his original pose. Although now he was canted slightly to keep the young woman in sight, both because she was clearly a fighter and not to be dismissed casually and because she was a female and chivalry dictated that he make sure she feel included and welcome at all times.

A heavy tread announced the tall male before his armoured form became fully visible to those within the foyer. The gauntlet encased hand rested easily on the pommel of a longsword spoke even louder than his rolling, controled walk of his training while the more subtle sign was in the storm coloured orbs that swept the room and its occupants moments before entering. Noting escapes and positions with absent ease that was filed away before the green-haired male moved completely into the room acknowledging the chamberlain with a lift of his head and turning his grey gaze towards the rest of the room.

"Corbyn."His voice was low, touched with the accent of his home but not as much as a native's would be, husky almost but with a friendly edge that showed he was at ease with the other male. He had seen the half-orc several times on the training grounds and was passingly familiar with him. At the sound of another voice he turned his gaze and dipped his head in a formal manner while his lips tipped partially into a smile to the other who had introduced himself.

"Faeron. A pleasure, neighbor."He returned the introduction of the one known as Jace before taking a spot near the seats, feet set apart in a loose stance that he could maintain for hours despite the equipment he was wearing.

I have finally gotten my cavalier up! Behold! *cackles*