[center][h2]Keregar[/h2]Warlord of Kereg-Kor, Husband of Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub] and Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub]
[b]Interacting with:[/b]  Xaelia[sub][@Ellion][/sub], Nadia[sub][@Vesuvius00][/sub] and Ineraz[sub][@SilverPaw][/sub][hr][/center]
Keregar looked up when the door opened. His brides stepped out, but Nadia was still dressed in her night clothes. He’d yell at her but remembered his promise to his son. Who now was having an actual, proper fight. Even though the twin had mass and strength on his side, Varzar dodged the massive hammer blows with grace. He fought with what he had. It almost made Keregar smile. What made the smile vanish was Kieran, who would rose up before the Gems. Keregar quickly put a foot on his back, pushing him down. “Down boy, down.” Hatred was carved on his face. But defeated by the sheer force of his father, he kept doing setups.

The fact that Nadia asked and held Xaelia’s hand did not go unnoticed by Keregar. It would seem the less rebellious Gem was getting over her fear. That was good. Xaelia on the other hand, still had a mark below her eye from where he struck her. [b]“You’ve missed it. But I can make an exception for once. Varzar!”[/b] The smallest Drakkan had just dodged a blow that shook the very earth and turned towards his father: “Yes?” Right then, the twin swiftly lifted his hammer again and made it crash down. Though Varzar just took a simple step backwards, let the hammer smash an inch from his feet and put his blade against the exposed neck of his brother. “Father is speaking.” He said, trying to fake a coldness. He had seen the Gems come outside and a shiver had gone through his body. Maybe there was truth in what his father said.

[b]“The Gems are hungry. Give them something to eat.”[/b] Keregar certainly felt the need to test his son’s conviction. The young Drakkan looked at Xaelia, with her painful mark and then to Nadia, dressed rather wrongfully for the occasion. “Yes father.” He said rather dutifully as he approached the Gems and put his weapons on a rack. Keregar turned to Kieran, below him. [b]“You. Fist fight with Herstvich.”[/b] Kieran dropped down into the mud, turned around and looked with wide eyed at Keregar. “What!? You have to be joking.” Keregar did not like his tone. Rather forcefully he picked pulled Kieran up from the mud. [b]“Do you see me smiling boy? Get a move on!”[/b] He almost threw Kieran at the twin. Who already discarded his hammer and was taking off his shirt. Grinning from ear to ear. He made fists, revealing the white scar tissue on his knuckles. Kieran was rather reluctant to approach him. Before the Gems could go back inside with Varzar, Keregar did yell: [b]“And Nadia. We will be leaving for the market at noon. Make sure you wear something right for the occasion. Or you won’t be wearing anything for a week.”[/b]

Varzar, was already leading the Gems back inside as he saw his brother wrap his knuckles. It wouldn’t have a pretty ending. He wanted to feel happy. Kieran was getting beat up. But he couldn’t. He remained silent. Another attempt to seem cold towards the Gems. Though his heart yearned for some warmth. They entered the kitchen. There were loaves of tough, black bread, cold bacon and eggs, cheese that would break weak teeth and only a light ale to drink. Slowly they entered the room. Varzar, staying in front of the two Gems swallowed deeply. His father expected it now. “Sorry.” He whispered. With a fluid motion he pulled off his glove, turned around and slapped Nadia in the face.
[hr]Far away from the estate, a small, light but quick Drakkan made its way through the busy, winding streets. Clutching a scroll to his chest. He was cloaked but kept a seal in his hand at all times. Eventually he reached his destination: the Evernarth estate. He knocked on the door and a guard answered. Before the much larger Drakkan could even ask, the Drakkan held out a the seal of Kereg-Kor and pushed a scroll in the guard’s hand. “For Ineraz Evrenarth only.” He said. Before the guard could ask any questions he turned around and went back to the street and vanished in the crowd.

The letter:
[indent][i]Hunter

Your exploits have reached the ears of my distant keep. It is rare that a hunter gathers so much renown at such a young age. It speaks of more than talent. You have intrigued me, Ineraz. Today I will be visiting the market with my Gems. I would have us meet.

Warlord of Kereg-Kor
Keregar[/i][/indent]