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[h2][color=#4bbef6] Percyvallus Crowglide [/color][/h2]
[h3][color=#4bbef6] Location - Terreille, Dhemlan Territory, Landen town of Ironmawr[/color][/h3]
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Percyvallus let the words the man in the tavern had told him sink in. Indeed, he wasn't wrong and said boot was slowly growing spikes, pressing down harder than ever. He had seen it first hand today, in Ironmawr. At times like these, he would prefer remaining in town more than anything in order to try and help the townspeople as much as he could. The way he usually did. The grim truth hower was that it would not solve the problem in the long run.

Percyvallus' eyes blinked as he huffed, forcing himself out of his contemplation. He was on the streets of Ironmawr once more. A single glance from the wrong person would land him in serious trouble. He had already made a mistake today. It was best it remained that way. That thought included his decision to head for Helios.
Pulling his hood over the head, Percyvallus made his way to the town stables, intent on not being discovered again. Killing his parents' pawns in public view was not his prefered method of doing things.

"Leaving town so soon?" A man tending to the stable's horses spoke to Percyvallus to which he smiled. [color=#4bbef6]"Still haven't figured out how you always find out I'm in town, Volo."[/color] Percyvallus said to the man who reciprocated a chuckle. "So where to this time?" Volo inquired. [color=#4bbef6]"Helios."[/color] Percyvallus grabbed a nearby saddle and went to one of the horses while the two converesed. "The fort?" Volo went over to Percyvallus, patting the horse next to him as he went. [color=#4bbef6]"Yes, that's the one."[/color] Percyvallus responded as he tightened the final strap holding the saddle to the horse. [color=#4bbef6]"Who's the Warden nowdays?"[/color] He turned to face Volo. "Rathe Grey was his name I think." Volo rested his thumb on his chin in thought, not sounding very sure of his answers. [color=#4bbef6]"A Blood no doubt. Who'd [i]he[/i] lay to gain the post?"[/color] Percyvallus sarcastically asked, voice dripping with disdain. "I recall him earning his position after defending the fort from raiders for several days." Percyvallus offered a skeptical look and then focused again on his horse.

Before mounting the muscular animal Percyvallus offered what Volo typically asked for a lend. The man glanced at the coins in his palm and back at Percyvallus. "You know, we live in harsh times. Few people have the money for my steeds these days. I've had to lower my prices accordingly." Volo, a man of honesty, told him, sounding far more gloomy than his usual self. [color=#4bbef6]"It's alright, you can keep it."[/color] Percyvallus retorted just as Volo was about to offer him some of his coins back. Percyvallus lowered his head sympathetically, once again being reminded how tough Ironmawr had it.
"Appreciate it. But this doesn't give a free pass to leave my horses to find their way home on their own. Try to bring him back yourself this time." Volo jokingly told Percyvallus as he left the stables.
[color=#4bbef6]"No promisses!"[/color] Percyvallus shouted back, quickening his pace.

The town guards, more stringent than ever, would typically question everyone entering or leaving Ironmawr. This time however, the ones on the other side of the town didn't even get the chance to utter a single word as Percyvallus raced past them, nearly knocking one of them down, only to further antagonize them.