[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/jEDqJf4.png[/img][/center] 
[@Delta44]

Memories flashed into Grian's mind. First the last night. The weird penguin guy getting healed, then running off, the whole ordeal with the smoking slums and the promise he made to Emile. Darn it. He never thought he'd be so stupid to do something like that, but if he did it he must have had a reason. The headache seemed to be fading away, and Grian looked at Emile who was kneeling next to him with a worried face. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to have some company brought here. Grian wanted to say soemthing but then an even grater surge of pain than before forced him back on the floor. This time the flashes were different and weird, but somehow similar. He knew the places but he didn't remember being there. Like the memories weren't his own or something. And then there were places and people that were jsut completey unfamiliar. It seemed all weird, but more realistic than the memories of the last night. 

But then the memories suddenly came to an end and the pain disappeared as if it never was there. He looked around, confused as to where he was. Slowly but steadely he stood up, still shaky on his legs. The headache slowly fainting but still making sure he wasn't comfortable made it hard to think clearly. He looked at Emile with the most relaxed face he could do. [color=00aeef]"Look I gotta be honest. I am not sure what even happened last night. By the time we met I was already drunk, so my actions may not have been my own, or what you'd see me do normally."[/color] Grian sighed and scratched the back of his head. [color=00aeef]"I made a promise thought so I am ought to keep it."[/color] Grian turned around to look for the butler, only to find the man standing 3 feet behind him. Grian slightly jumped back from the surprise and then gave a furious frown to the old man. Barkley must've sneaked in whilst he was having the flashes. [color=00aeef]"You can ask Barkley here for a breakfast. I'll be with you in a second, so sit down."[/color] 
Grian turned away from both, heading back into his study, slamming both doors at the same time behind him. From behind the door he heard the butler. [color=fff200]"What may I get you Miss?"[/color] He couldn't blame the old men as he was a butler, but he still wasn't happy how Barkley so quickly changed his mood about Emile. He would've expected more of a disbelief from the man. Or at least less sympathy for humans.

Grian rushed to his desk, quickly swiping off a few stacks of papers from the top of it. Unnder them lied some sealed documents and letters with seals of different kinds. Grian quickly ran through all, and took out a key from his pocket. He kneeled down and put the key into the keyholes of one of the drawer's locks. It turned without effort, and the drawer came out on the well oiled hinges. The inside was lined with metal, and had a few other letters inside too. Grian quickly shuffled the other from the desk into it, and then locked the drawer with haste. He slumped into the chair and closed his eyes for a second. There are many things he doesn't want Emile to see. Highly confidental information that can be valuable to many of his enemies amongst those things. He didn't know what Emile saw, but he hoped it wasn't too much, for both of their sake. There are things better left unseen in the house, and not only because they would make Grian look bad, but it could threaten the safey of Grian AND Emile. He looked down at the papers on the floor, and picked up a few of them and dropped them on the desk. At least make it look like he wasn't robbed or something. 

Grian opened the double doors again, and sat down into a chair close to Emile. [color=00aeef]"I know I may not come across too friendly, but rest assured that is because I am not always in a good mood like last night. However do not think bad of me: like I said before, you can live here as long as you find a better place for yourself."[/color] Grian looked around as if searching for an execuse and then gave up trying to beat around the bush. [color=00aeef]"And help you get your memories back. So tell me, what do you remember? Did you happen to find yourself here suddenly aswell?"[/color]

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[color=f7976a][center][h1]Hendrick Joseph[/h1][/center][/color]

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[@Melpaws]

Hendrick walked into the crowd. It was a sensation of calrity as he slowly passed through the noisy and bustling crowd. Every single movement or action made him feel his surroundings better, feelings leading him away from troublemakers and those who can cause trouble. Through this mass of humans and nekos he could feel like he was the embodiment of all around him. Yet it came with quite a few difficulties as well. Not many people are tolerant with blind people, and some expressed this by bumping into him. But every time hendrick continued and didn't listen to the insults. There was absolutely no need to offset the balance of hsi actions because of some unpure people. And thought he saw well, it was still as hard to find anything in tha large mess as if he could see. 

There was gotta be something said about the capital however. It was fileld with life, positivity and negativity both overflowing the place. It was prosperous, a real center of commerce with it's large markets and reputation as a beautiful capital. Especially now that the royals are gathering to decide on the next ruler, the city was truly busy. As such many traders came to sell their vares, including some that Hendrick could use. Some would sell fruits of his homeland, and provide some friendly faces to him, whislt others sold more unusual items that could only be found here, in the market stools of the capital.

Hendrick put a few small stone pieces in one of his bags, and a few strange looking plants into another. He grabbed his staff, and pushed further into the crowd. For his next items he needed more craftiness. He wasn't exactly sure where the stools were at, thought he had a good idea, but it was the vares itself that troubled him. Thought he could see, there were some qualities that he couldn't tell about items because of his blindness. And these items needed someone with keen eyes to distinguish. He didn't want to be screwed over, though money wasn't necessarely an issue. He looked around, searching for someone who could help him. The answer came in teh form of a large guard, who was patrolling the market. Hendrick felt his tense aura, and he guessed that the guard was agitated or frustrated by something. He could be the perfect tool for his own plans. Someone who could help him unwillingly. 

Hendrick strolled around as if he was just looking around, but he made sure that he would get close and closer to the guard. Sometimes he would stop to look confused, or bump into people and say sorry in his own laguage. He didn't have to wait long, and the guard soon approached him with haste. [color=f26522]"Greetings, friend. You don´t seem to be from here? Would you mind to share your reason for being here in our wonderful capital?"[/color]

Hendrick looked up at the man, and stopped inh is tracks. He leaned on his staff and spoke up. [color=f7976a]"I don't know. Mind it, do I? You tell me."[/color] he looked around and pointed at the people around them. The crowd now cleared away from them , partly because of the guard's big statures, and partly because they wanted to avoid potential trouble. [color=f7976a]"Think I am lost, you do. But see the people, do you?"[/color] Hendrick leaned back on his staff and looked at the ground. [color=f7976a]"A man without destination never gets lost, does he? Destinations, these people have. But I am not in a rush, am I?"[/color] Yet again he pointed at the people rushing by, this time with his staff. He kneeled down and picked up something from the dust. He held it up in front of the guard, and swiped away the dust, revealing a silver coin. [color=f7976a]"See the world as it is, they do not."[/color] He tapped his blinfold with a smile under his nose. [color=f7976a]"But I do."[/color] He flicked the silver coin up, catching it and putting it in his own palm, in front of the guard. "Tell me what you see, can you?"