[center][h2]Holy Empire of Vigentino - April 1905[/h2][/center]


Vincenzo de Fino stretched his legs as he rose from bed. He was pulling a lost shirt over his underclothes, when there was a heavy pounding on the door. He frowned, waiting for a few moments and almost dismissing it as his imagination until there was another heavy pounding on the door. 

Vincenzo had once been a well-known figure in the town of Pefina, but after his wife's sudden death he had retreated away. The town sat in the valley far below where he had now made his home, a simple thatched house that served him fine. With a river running down the mountain past him, and a small farm that he had set up, with chickens, pigs and a garden of vegetables, Vincenzo was able to live a comfortable life, keeping himself to himself. The pounding at the door was a suprise. He had had no visitors, nor desired any, for almost three years. 

Pulling on a rough cotton pair of trousers, Vincenzo limped slightly across the room, and pulled open the door. On the other side of it, stood a soldier. Clad in the resplendent uniform of the Vigentino Imperial Guard, with a rifle slung over one shoulder, Vincenzo looked the young man up and down for a moment, frowning. 

"Can I help you?" 

The soldier nodded curtly before replying, his voice measured and clipped. 

"Good afternoon, Mr de Fino. I'm here to ensure that order is being maintained, and to ask that you accompany me down to Pefina." 

Vincenzo frowned again. 

"The orders perfectly fine up here. And why do you want me to come down? Haven't been down there for years." 

"I understand, sir. But the Vigentino Imperial Guard have been brought in, and as a non-Julian, you are being evacuated from the region." 

"Now come on, what's the meaning of this? I'm no Julian, but I'm no Vigentian either, parents are both Mashiran truth be told." 

"Of course, sir. The Julian's have been rioting, and our orders are to ensure their safety passage back to their own territory, for the good of the region. But we fear it will still come to war, and have been ordered to ensure non-Julian civilians are given passage to the safety of other Vigentino regions." 

Vincenzo grumbled under his breath for a moment, before shrugging slightly. 

"I've heard stories of the last war that came through here, and I don't want to get caught up in the next one. Give me a second to pack my things" 

[b]OOC: (+2 to Order 1) 
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