[center][h2][color=f7941d]Mikhail Feldunn[/color][/h2][/center]

In the morning Mikhail was up training like always, sparring with some of the other knight candidates in the city. The last match wasn’t a very long one at all. Mikhail parried his opponent's weapon, used his lance to sweep his legs out from under him, and pointed the wooden tip of his training weapon to the man’s throat. He sighed and retracted his weapon and went to put it back on the rack. He heard a few of the others talking as he went. “That guy Mikhail is good. It’s a shame he’s such a pretentious brat.”

Another one chimed in with the first. “Yeah if he was less of a sulky prick he could probably become a great knight no problem. Too bad he’ll probably never change.” The small group laughed to themselves as Mikhail left the training ground to go about his day. Definitely wasn’t the first time he’s heard things like that. He learned it’s better to just ignore it rather than let it become an actual problem.

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After the daily combat training Mikhail went out into the city to occupy his time, still a bit sweaty and tired from the training. He would probably try and find a good drink somewhere till he got a little distracted. Some kind of huge crowd had gathered in the city square. He almost couldn’t hear the announcement over all of the clamoring. But what he heard definitely caught him off guard. The entirety of Irinoth was possibly destroyed? In that short a time? He’s heard rumors but nothing that seemed substantial, at least until now. But damn, that reward sounded mighty nice. Even if he had to split it amongst a party that would be considerable. He could make a life for himself, somewhere far away from the responsibilities that his name brought along. Away from all the memories. He smiled as he walked away into a nearby bar.

[color=f7941d]“Barkeep, get me something strong.”[/color] He said as he went upstairs without even waiting for a response. Mikhail was not known for being a good customer. On his way up to the second floor reserved specifically for nobles he passed an average looking dude that Mik eyed suspiciously as he walked past. Once he got there he saw someone that he actually knew for a change, Ashley Wycliffe. She looked a little peeved to be honest. Mikhail couldn’t hold back the temptation to bother her as he sat down next to her. [color=f7941d]“So what’s got the Dark Doctor down this time around? Another troublesome hex? Or are you finally figuring out how you’re gonna curse me?”[/color] He said with a cocky smile.