[b][center][h1]Conall Cassidy[/h1][/center][/b]. 
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Conall almost felt a small smile on his face as he and the King finally entered into the capital.  He was happy to finally be done with this diplomatic mission that was all kinds of too tedious for him personally.  He was the kind of man who needed action and combat or at least is able to drink in a tavern.  Sadly however there was none of that in the trip and Conall was growing restless for some action.  [color=007236][i]‘Another boring trip over with.’[/i][/color] he thought to himself as the first of the citizens came into view to welcome them back.

As they passed through the gates to the city he could see the peasants begin to shrink as their eyes set upon the towering presences that were northern raider Conall.  As he continued to walk next to the king he looked over the commoners who looked with a mix of hate and fear at him.  He could hear them whispering to each other as he passed them.  It was no secret that outside the King and some members of the Vanguard Conall was not a well-liked man.  There was no doubt about his strength and his capabilities as a warrior, but they feared the fact that he was a ‘Headhunter’ for the king who seemed to be unkillable.  It was because of this, however, that Conall was able to merely silence them with a simple side glance in their direction.  Those on his side of the street who had not already begun to cower from the glaring eyes of the king certainly did after seeing Conalls eyes look over them almost daring them to try something against the King.

[color=fff200]“Assassin!”[/color]

Hearing those words Conall flipped on a dime as he saw an arrow pierce the back of one of his fellow guards as they dove to protect the king.  Looking up to the rooftops he saw a woman standing with a crossbow already beginning to hurry down.  [color=007236]“Get her!”[/color] He yelled at the top of his lungs as he pointed out to where she once stood as he ran off with the king ensuring he was safe.  As he began to turn the corner he could see Fenros and Eleanor had gotten out safe as they rode off for to the castle.  Smiling to himself at this he quickly followed behind the king who had already started to run off on horseback through the streets.  Running by his side Conall yelled up to the king [color=007236]“My Lord, we need to get you to the castle.”[/color]  as he finished he continued to look for more of these spineless Assassins that couldn't even face their opponent face to face but rather would attack from far away.  Lucky it seemed this radical was working alone in their failed attempt to kill their king.  Getting in front of the king Conall began yelling for citizens to get out of the way as they frantically filled the streets in a panic.  The people in a mix of fear from the assassin and from seeing both the king and his personal guard charging right at them did their best to clear a path in the streets dropping whatever they were doing.  Turning the corner Conall saw that some of the villagers had left a small tipped over cart that was now blocking the way through the street.  [color=007236]“Why do the gods choose now to test me?”[/color]  he said to himself irritated at the obstacle in front of him.  Knowing there was no way to get the king to stop and turn around without risking more danger Conall picked up speed as he lowered his shoulder towards the cart. [color=007236]"All-father give me strength,”[/color]  he said as he let his deep anger boil over consuming him.  With a thunderous crash, Conall smashed through the cart shattering the middle portion of it give a clear path for the king's horse.   As they neared the palace walls Conall once again kept his eyes open waiting to see if there was another attacking but it seemed the coward had fled after their failure.  After entering the walls the king was quickly taken within the doors to the throne room itself to ensure his protection just as his children would be when they arrived.    

[b][center][h1]Later that day[/h1][/center][/b]. 

Conall gave a sigh letting his body relax from the training he was currently putting it through. Sitting down his ax for a moment he lifted a large canteen to his mouth inhaling all the water it held within it.  He looked over the dummy admiring his work while he took a small break.  In all honesty, Conall didn't need the extra training today but after today's events, he needed something to make him feel better.  That and considering it was still too early for most the Vanguard members to start their usual drinking and fighting in the pub reduced his options greatly.    Throwing his canteen to the side, Conall hurled the large Axe back up to his shoulder as he made his way to a small area with several targets set up.  [color=007236][i]‘Can't believe one of those damned woodsmen caught the traitor rather than one of us.’[/i][/color]  he thought to himself as he pulled out his throwing hatchets inspecting them.  [color=007236][i]‘Over course it takes one of those cowards to catch another I suppose.’[/i][/color]  Rolling his neck around he settled his gaze on the painted target that stood a couple yards away from him.  Twirling the hatchet a bit in his hand he suddenly and spontaneously through the small ax with all his might as it slammed deep into the slab of wood.  Smiling for but a second he through two more hatchets with the same speed and intensity as the first one watching as they impacted against two different targets.  [color=007236][i]‘I'd like to drive my ax through the traitorous bastard's neck personally but I'm sure Eva would make sure there wasn't much left for me to deal with.’[/i][/color]  He thought to himself as he walked towards the targets to collect his axes.  [color=007236][i]‘Perhaps I could assist in the questioning process’[/i][/color] he laughed to himself seeing it as both a joke and a real idea.  Wiping off the blades to his axes he placed them back into their correct spots on his person as he left the training area.                

 As he left one of the training areas within the palace Conall could see the guards were still on high alert but we're starting to relax a bit as it became more clear that this was just a solo act.  He was surprised at the recent course of events, however,  sure there was always unrest when it came to people and those in charge it was after all human nature.  But what surprised him was someone acting on those waves of anger in such a way.  It was a bold move to go straight for the head of the snake with no real plan which gave him great concern.  If this person was willing to go this far then they must have had agenda and others helping them.  [color=007236]“Who would be stupid enough to challenge the king and his armies?”[/color]  he said to himself quietly as he continued through the open courtyard.  Looking out the gate he saw Eva in a cart entering with a neutral face that was unnerving considering what she was capital of.  Seeing her here meant one thing, this assian would be in for the worst time of their life.  Some would feel pity for the poor girl that was at the end of the Eva [i]“questing”[/i] sessions but Conall just had a smile on his face knowing the traitor was going to get what they deserved.     

     [color=007236]“Good Day Eva.”[/color] he said as he passed the cart holding the ever so feared Inquisitor.  [color=007236]“I heard that you would be coming to meet or most esteemed guest.”[/color]  he said with a serious tone with just the slightest hint of humor.  [color=007236]“If you need I would be happy to escort you to our guest room.”[/color]  he offered with sincerity awaiting her response.