[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Even though he spent just a few hours in Varjo, when Bast arrived on the guild again, everything seemed more... alive. The grass, greener, the air wasn't as heavy and ominous... Honestly, even now he simply couldn't understand. Joshua and Leyanne... They couldn't be considered civilized humans. None of the varjans could. The overwhelming sense of dread that he felt on Varjo was now gone, but his disappointment to what he saw there was still on his mind.

It wasn't long until Bartholomew came out of the guild, greeting Bast. Judging by his surprised expression, he wasn't expecting to see Bast there yet.

"[color=f26522]Uhh, how was your... personal trip? May I know where you went and what happened?[/color]" Bartholomew asked as he led Bast inside.

[color=C6DEFF]"Disappointing, my good friend. Disappointing."[/color] Bast replied as he walked inside with Bartholomew.

[color=C6DEFF]"Where I was? Varjo. Paying our 'friends' King Joshua and Queen Leyanne a little visit..."[/color] Bast said, without altering his expression.

[color=C6DEFF]"Well... I was the one called there but still..."[/color] He continued, sighing.

[color=C6DEFF]"They are just bloodthirsty beasts. There is no reasoning with them. They have no goals, no objectives, no ambitions, no thirst for knowledge... They simply want to kill and eliminate everything in their path. Their 'justice' is nothing more than slaughter. Treating their own citizens like cattle, Leyanne is quick to smash her own citizens' heads with her mace whenever she feels like. Their knowledge is limited to which side of the blade is the sharp one and where to strike if you want to kill something..."[/color] Bast continued. On his expression Bartholomew was able to see a deep disappointment. It was the first time he had seen Bast like that. He wasn't even angry. Just... deeply disappointed. Even the mocking, mischievous smirk was gone. He looked simply exhausted.

[color=C6DEFF]"Would you care to share a cup of wine, maybe even a good whiskey with me? I need something to take the smell of death and the taste of blood from my mouth..."[/color] Bast completed, taking off his monocle and rubbing his eyes.

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

Freyr and Magnus reached the guild on dusk. Even with such dark clouds on the sky, Freyr couldn't help but give a small smile when he looked to the flower that the old nun gave him, which he was still holding. Such a good soul... He couldn't imagine her going to a place like Varjo... 

Passing through the intersection leading to the guild, they met a familiar face. It was Talia, the cyclops. Albeit she was a new arrival on the guild, Freyr didn't have much time to talk with her, mainly because he was feeling down when she arrived due to [I]certain reasons[/I]...

He heard her with a smile as she apologized herself for not knowing them very well, probably uncertain about their names.

[color=8dc73f]"It is ok, I am partially at fault. Sorry for not greeting you properly. I was feeling a bit down on the day you arrived."[/color] Freyr said.

Just as Talia said, the dark clouds above their head indeed foretold heavy rain. While they walked back to the guild, Freyr started to explain to her how their quest was after she asked them.

[color=8dc73f]"We're going to meet with an old nun, escorting her to Varjo. Such a good soul going to such a terrible land. I'm afraid her good intentions and kindness will fall on deaf ears, but making sure she comes back safe is the least we can do for her."[/color] Freyr replied to Talia.

[color=8dc73f]"The real quest hasn't started yet. We're meeting her again once her preparations are done and she is ready to go. Since we're going to Varjo... I don't expect things to go smoothly..."[/color] Freyr said with a sad expression.


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