[centre][hr][url=https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B4c5pKtVD2WEQ3g1bmQ1alltZTQ][b][color=ed1c24]Arius Dav'ian Trenton[/color][/b][/url][hr][/centre]
Arius had been sitting at the bar for what felt like at least an hour when the boisterous man in ill-kept plate had strode into the tavern with his impromptu plea for civic uprising, and various other peculiar figures in the room had, in turn, sprung up in response. 

For his own part, the young knight had no particular business in Oxguard and honestly had never even so much as heard its name aloud until earlier this very day when he'd spoken to the bar keep regarding acquiring adequate accommodations for the night. He'd been traveling for several days and was only forced to stop in the village by the rains and the muddied roads that had come with them.  

While listening from the bar, Arius had found little reason to doubt that whoever this Mayor Edgar fellow happened to be, he was every bit the common clay of villainy the armored man was describing, but there was equal chance the mayor's deeds were being legitimized by the Crown. Thus freeing this one man's daughter could potentially lead to the entire village being marched upon and razed to the ground as an example to other such would-be insurrectionist hamlets. Nonetheless, the practice of slavery, even under the auspices of royal authority, was not something Arius's moral code would ever permit.

Rising from his seat to address the armored man at the door, the half-elf finds himself beaten to the punch by a another man, an usually large grey-skin fellow, and also a raven-haired elven woman. The elf at least seemed reasonable in her statements, but the other two men's eagerness towards violence gave Arius a bit of pause before he speaks and also approaches the armored man at the door, [color=ed1c24]"If your intentions are simply those of a father seeking to rescue their child, I would freely offer what aid I can. However, storming this Edgar fellow's manor seems like an excellent way to get both your daughter and whoever else has been taken slain, or perhaps far worse."[/color], giving a sweeping glance between the clearly desperate father and the two seemingly overly enthusiastic male volunteers, [color=ed1c24]"After all, what good are your daughter's freedom and purses filled with blood-stained coins if in a fortnight the king's armies descend upon you and subject every man, woman, and child here to the stocks and gallows?"[/color], and not paying too much mind the red dragonborn who seemed somewhat disengaged from the discourse being undertaken.