"Stop it - Hey! I swear, just because you're taller than me does not give you the right to use me as your personal elbow stand!... What did I just tell you?" 

It was a rather comical sight; a towering six feet male, dressed in leather and light plate armor, was attempting to rest his arm on his female companion on her head. Like him, she was tall as well but was a few feet shorter. She was clad in dark silver armor, her helmet in her hands as her face wrinkled in exasperation laced with the tiniest hints of love. The pair had their weapons strapped to their backs. While they seemed to have the same weapons, since they were both long, the female wielded a glaive while the other wielded a spear. It was quite obvious, as they walked into Degar, that they aspired to become Craftknights. 

Altea Askeladd smacked her brother's hand, her lips tugging into a satisfied smile when he yelped in pain as he withdrew his hand. Lebelont rolled his eyes, bringing his hands up to the back of his head as he began to sing a merry tune. The sun was bright and welcoming, setting the young man's blond hair ablaze - It was blinding to Altea. She tucked in a few strands of chocolate-brown hair behind her ear, her mind drifting off as she let the warmth seep into her. 

[i](( "Altea, promise me you'll look after him. He's stupid, he got the stupid genes from his idiotic brainless father - Oh, Altea, promise me."

She hesitated, a shadow of doubt passing over her face. She couldn't protect him. They weren't children anymore - they would be heading to a world that claimed her courageous father's life. A world that was ruthless and bloody. Soft and gentle hands cupped over her cheeks and Altea's cloudy gray eyes met sky blues that were so hauntingly familiar. 'I know you can do it' were the unspoken words.

Thin lips pursed, trembling slightly before parting. "I promise."

The aged and dignified woman managed to smile. She patted her adopted daughter's shoulder again, pulling her into an embrace before letting go. "Altea, I probably should have given this to you earlier, but I believe this was your mothers. I'm sure she would have wanted you to have it when you turned of age," she whispered, her heart shattering into many pieces. Her two children were surely heading off to their deaths and there was absolutely nothing she could do. 

Altea blinked a few times and felt something pressed into her palm. A ring. A simple golden ring with a floral design etched into it. The girl slowly held the ring up between her index and thumb, observing the delicate piece of jewelry before grasping it, pulling it close to her heart. A sigh escaped her lips as she patted the woman's hands, the fear and doubt washed away. 

"Don't worry too much dear Mother." ))[/i] 

"Hey, what in the heavens is that thing?!" 

Lebelont's exclaim jolted Altea from her thoughts and oh, were they already here? Lebelont glanced at Altea, bumping into her as he chuckled. His sister liked to zone out when she was deeply contemplating on something. Nevertheless, excitement jolted through Lebelont's blood as he approached the two men and monstrous beast. Surely he would get something as cool as that creature! 

There was already another girl there, she looked kind of scared. Lebelont made a mental note to approach to girl and get to know her. As soon as the Summoner mentioned their precious items - tokens - Lebelont immediately produced an aged coin. His very first coin that he earned through work. He was quite proud of it and it was actually given to him by his father who had received it from his father and so on. Lebelont was actually quite reluctant to hand over something so precious to this...happy looking Summoner but he did so anyways. As soon as Lebelont handed it over, Altea handed over her ring. 

He casually leaned over to his sister whispering; "I can't wait to see what kind of beast I'll get!" Altea only grinned.