[h3][center]Southern Jewel training hall[/center][/h3]

The messenger was visibly excited about his given task. A noble squire through and through. Normally he would consider being a runner beneath his standing and would had called for a peasant to do this task. A footslugger so to speak. However this task was given to him by his uncle himself, and to deliver a message to his esteemed cousin and the princess no less. Despite what his father told him, the young man secretly admired his cousin. Like a child starstruck and what could only be described as a crush on the Dark Knight. She was cool, kind, she had the princess ear, strong, pretty... The boy, no older than 14 lost himself in his thoughts and before he knew it he was at the training hall.

He looked his attire over before banging on the door to try to get heard over the clamour of fighting. Much to his disappointment though the fight was already over by the time he entered. Young Konrad bowed deeply towards the knights before telling his piece. "My Lords, My Lady. The esteemed Grand Marshal Lenius requests your presences most urgently for the upcoming expedition." He raised his head and looked towards Maryvale. "That includes My Lady Maryvale and the esteemed Royal Princess as well. I was sent here to request that My Lady bring The Royal Princess along with My Lady herself to the Grand Marshal per haste, by the orders of His Royal Highness."

The young boy bowed again before slowly walking backwards and turned around and walked out of the arena.

[h3][center]Bradles Worth[/center][/h3]

"Of that I do not know," a playful smirk on her face. "At least not more than I was supposed to know." She reached between her bosom and withdrew a parchment. "Here, dear sister, all you need to know." A smile was on her lips as she reminisced about past events before handing over the paper. "It's the usual procedure, blood seal." She looked at Mercie and waited for her to read the scroll. This was only part of her task. Should things come to pass, she was supposed to backstab Mercie. Better to lose one asset than to have one turn against you.

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[h3][center]Kron-Nesis Recruitment camps[/center][/h3]

The officer grunted when he saw who entered the tent. He didn't like these Vultures. But he could not argue against that they were extremely handy to have around. Better with you than against you. There were only so many things magic could heal. Sometimes you needed a proper 'doctor' at your side. "Hello Pox. You know the drill. Sign here," he said and pointed towards a paper, "write down your skills and what you can contribute to the effort. The pay is the usual mercenary pay with extra added on for special contributions." He let out a sigh. "Even I don't know more than that we are going to give them damn rebels a beating. Now, move aside, you're scaring the rookies. NEXT!"