[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B22222]Vladimir Alexandrov[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/8c1433c6-083d-4a24-bdfa-033741139aa8.jpg[/img][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=B22222][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan (City Streets)
[color=B22222][b]Skills:[/b][/color] [i]Fal'shbort[/i] (Passive), [i]Tretiy Glaz[/i] (Passive), English [/center][hr]

	Vladimir gave a reaching and boisterous laugh, seeing the reaction of his German ally and guide to the supposition that he may (or may not) have engaged in activities most personal with the French lady. He shrugged it off. Vlad did not know what difficulties Ludwig may or may not have had with persons of a Francian nature, being as his knowledge of the geopolitical or military history of Europe was limited to what he overheard on the road or, with even less reliability, what news happened to make it into and/or past the Carpathian Mountains of his home. They had their own drama and difficulties there, so very far removed from the issues plaguing this part of the world. Yet it still drew a laugh from the veteran Circus performer. [color=B22222]"Is good! Is good. I am liking you, Ludvig. You are humoring. But come! Are ve not trying for to make allies, friends, peoples who may come together from places most strange for to unite?"[/color] He shrugged and gave the German fellow a dashing smile. [color=B22222]"And is [i]very[/i] strange to eat snails and vear big powdery vigs, da?"[/color] He didn't take into consideration that the French were, to common knowledge, part of the nations that fell under the umbrella of the Graveolase, thus making it fairly ineligible for recruiting by their fledgling organization.  

	In any case, he was glad to be atop his great black horse, Tolstoy(!), riding out of town in pursuit of their mission. Vladimir was glad to be out and about in the world in a grand piece of adventure, but he did wish to get it accomplished and return to his people soon. To that end, he gave a steady affirmation to the words of Constantin and his report that they would be ready to haul their proverbial asses as soon as they exited the more population-congested limits of the city of Port Annan. [color=B22222]"Excellent, Constantin Firevalker. Ve should be on the ready vonce ve get past post and onto trade road,"[/color] he returned, before being struck with an air of rising histrionics. [color=B22222]"And then... [i]then[/i], my companions of travel; then the peoples of Isle Britannia vill hear thundering hoofbeats, feel [i]very ground shake[/i] at passing of majestic beasts of Rusyn Training, [i]vitness[/i] awesome speed and stamina of ancient line of [i]Brivaldi[/i]!"[/color] Vlad positioned himself to stand on his saddle, balancing with crossed arms as the horse stepped slowly forward. [color=B22222]"Not far now. Da, Ludvig?"[/color] he inquired, slipping back down to rest upon his saddle. The edge of the town seemed to creep closer. Soon enough, they would be fully underway.