[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

Upon arriving in Boreal Port, they were greeted by a strange man... He was wearing a suit and a strange hat. It kinda reminded Freyr of Bast, just not as elegant and creepy as him, and this man talked in a funny way that Freyr didn't really understand sometimes.

"[color=darkgreen]You three look like you've seen trouble enough for a hundred men.[/color]" He said, greeting the group from the bench he was sitting on.

Before Freyr could reply though, Haley had already did so, and he couldn't agree more with her words... Indeed, trouble always followed them wherever they went... Strangely enough, the man seemed to be satisfied with that statement, and not the opposite.

"[color=darkgreen]Cold, tough but with a heart of gold. The adventurer sings tales of his exploits. Like... like a dog whose bone is made of wood.[/color]" Freyr heard the man saying.

[color=8dc73f]"... What?"[/color] Freyr asked. What did that man meant by that? A dog with wooden bones...? The confused expression on Freyr's face was as clear as water, that is, until Haley's asked if he was the poet that they were meant to meet.

His introduction was... 'unique'... to say the least. Immediately after that, Freyr looked towards Haley and Ars. The message behind his expression was clear... Was that man another one of those... 'eccentric' types? Anyways... His goal was basically experience some action, so he could write about it for others. It shouldn't be a problem, unless things go extremely wrong... Which have already happened sometimes for Freyr... But he hoped it wouldn't be like that this time.

After Haley suggested for them to go first, Ars was the one who started. The boy was surprisingly mature for his looks. He really acted and talked like a scholar of some sorts.

[color=8dc73f]"Uhh... I'm Freyr. It's a pleasure to meet you, James Saint."[/color] Freyr said, after Ars was done.

[color=8dc73f]"I... Honestly, I've never thought too much about it. I... guess I have a motivation for being an... 'adventurer' as you say."[/color] Freyr said, trying to explain the man his feelings, or at least his motivations to do what he was doing.

[color=8dc73f]"You see... I am a Viera. Most of us spend our entire lives living in our gigantic home-forests. Leaving the forest is forbidden for a Viera. If one chooses to do so, it will be exiled, and never be able to return to the forest again. Even with such harsh punishment, there are some, such as me, who still choose to do so."[/color] He continued.

[color=8dc73f]"I choose this life because I was always extremely curious about humans, other demi-humans, and the world in general. There is simply too many things unknown to me. Even though it pained me greatly to leave the forest, I simply felt a strong compulsion to do so."[/color] Freyr said.

[color=8dc73f]"Of course... It's not everything a sea of roses... I did some things I didn't liked to, I saw many unpleasant things, but at the same time, I've seen some things and met some people that made all of it worthwhile."[/color] Freyr completed, with a smile on his face.

[color=8dc73f]"Not that exciting, I know..."[/color] Freyr said, with an awkward smile.
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[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Things didn't went how Bast expected they would, but he was glad that the guards were a bit civilized, and not the mindless brutes that they usually were.

[color=C6DEFF]"I would be grateful if you did so!"[/color] Bast said, after one of the guards asked if he wanted him to deliver his invitation to the Barensia.

[color=C6DEFF]"It would be simply wonderful if we could meet somewhere to talk a bit! It's been some time since I attended to a ball or a social event too... It's always refreshing to meet civilized folk who can have a nice conversation. After all, is there anything more important than friends? A wise man once said that to be rich in friends is to be poor in nothing."[/color] Freyr said, tapping his cane.

[color=C6DEFF]"Nothing serious, don't worry. Just tell them that I just seek to have a good time and talk a bit about architecture, life and philosophy with some people who might appreciate the same things as me. And of course, if that goes well, making business is not out of question. I'm quite sure that money is not a problem for either of us, but I can offer then more than just money."[/color] He continued, with a sly expression and piercing eyes.

[color=C6DEFF]"Well! I wish you a good afternoon, my friend! After I take some notes about the architecture I'm heading towards the city. In my way here I passed by tea shop, and the smell was simply divine. If they come back and wish to meet me in person, I'll be there for some time. It would be nice if they could join me for a quick cup of tea."[/color] Bast said, tipping his had with a slight bow before walking away.

After getting away from the guards, Bast would simply go to a place where he had a clean line of sight on the stagecoaches he was supposed to burn. Upon finding a good location, he would throw two enchanted cards with a swift movement. These cards were imbued with fire magic, and would stick underneath the stagecoaches, remaining 'dormant' until Bast activated them. After that, he would go to the tea shop he saw on his way there. If he was lucky, he would be able to meet with one of the Barensia. If he did, the probabilities that they would be using one of their stagecoaches was big. Obviously, they would want to make a good impression when getting out in public.

[color=C6DEFF]"I would really appreciate a cup of tea right now..."[/color] Bast mumbled to himself as he walked around the mansion.

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