[b][u]Ishmael[/u][/b] The boy, Daniel, looked Ramara with annoyance. "My father wasn't just some ghost,... How could you ever understand anything. Your an Assassin, death has no meaning to you. I was robbed of years I could have spent with my father. You may hate your parents ,but I deeply cared about mine." He looked to Wade and scoffed. "Better to live a life I choose then a life not worth of choosing. I chose to take this path. I wasn't forced to. The vampire that claimed my father, just made the choice even easier." He then looked away turning his back to them. He handed the bread and water back to him. "You don't have to like or respect my decission, and I really don't care. You can have your water and bread. I will rely on my faith in Ishmael to keep me sustained." Ishmael was shocked and a bit stunned by the boy's outburst. He was also a bit impressed. Perhaps the boy doesn't lack courage after all. The boy was showing some positive improvements. Perhaps a stranger insulting his father was all it took. He nodded at boy showing he was proud of him. Perhaps when they stopped for rest he would teach the boy something. He wondered how much he was taught so far. Did he know any of the paladin spells or did he have any skill with a blade. Questions he would ask him later. Right now the boy will have to calm himself. He then heard a voice call him a pretty boy and he looked to the person. The man was a cleric,... That was a good sign,... Another healer. As far as Ishmael knew,... He was the only one who could heal. This person was another one added to the list. The man known as Wade did make a point though. "Before I let you join let me give you the rundown of what we are doing. " He said to him. "First, my name is Ishmael, we are on a mission to rescue Nova Lysanther, the princess of Shar'es. We are on the trail of a group of bandits. They are known as the Black Moon clan." He paused letting it all sink in. "With that said, do you still want to join us. If so,... Fill free to climb up beside Daniel." Daniel looked to Ishmael and smiled. He called him by his name and not by boy. Perhaps he proved himself in his eyes. [b][u]Ceceria[/u][/b] "Death comes to us all sadly, that is true." Ceceria said. "A wise man once said, 'Even Kings are devoured by worms'..." Ceceria then heard the boy Daniel defend his father and that it was his choice. He loved his father,.. She saw that in his eyes as they twinkled. "Its a good thing to choose. I didn't,... I am an orphan. My father died in a plague and my mother soon after. I would have followed if not for the order of paladins and clerics who visited the village and cleansed it. I am always grateful for them saving me." She said. She found herself playing with Ishmael's long blonde hair. She had to giggle at the new arrivals name giving of Ishmael. "He is a little right you know,... You are quite the pretty boy. Even I am a little aroused at your sight." She said rather teasingly. She then turned around on the horse. She pulled forth her violin and began to play it. She played a fitting tune for the moment. She suddenly got annoyed with her hat. She tossed it off and heard the bells jingle as they hit. Her hair was both dark on one side and violet on the other. She was a harlequin in all it's pureness. [b][u]Nova[/u][/b] The elf princess began to feel thirst come over her. She wished her hands were a little higher. She could cast a spell that she learned from Ishmael. She sighed,..."Hey jerk!.. You want me healthy?.., have one of your goons get me some water." She barked at the shadows. Soon after the door to her side opened a guard coming in and placing a bowl of water down. He then released her hands from their chains. He quickly moved away as she tried to grab him. He spat at her... This angered her to the point a burst of flames shot out from her hand. The blast nailed and launched him to the ground. He was dead. "Asshole..." She said eyeing the smoke coming from the burned hole in his chest. Nova rose the bowl up and took a drink from the water. It was refreshing.