[h2][b][color=fff200]Sir Aurelian Asellius[/color][/b][/h2]

Aurelian rode up to a dockside tavern and came to a halt.  Of all the places he could imagine being guided to, this humble drinking establishment was what he had anticipated.  It was not a temple of the gods, nor a ruin of some lost holy site, nor a landmark of divine importance.  However, as mundane and unremarkable this place was, the Envoy felt deep down that he had reached his destination.  He also sense the presence of other Envoys, which only reinforced his assurance that he was in the right place.

The last few months had been quite formative.  After merging with its host, the Envoy of Sol had needed time to discover himself, to adjust to his new life and to his altered personality.  In truth, it wasn't a massive change, since as a paladin of Sol, Aurelian had already sought to uphold the sun god's creed, however imperfectly.  However, there was one very notable element of the knight's mind that was changed- his loyalty and patriotism to Nuniel.  The Envoy had no interest in taking any part in the war, because even if it wasn't tasked with serving a much higher cause, it found Nuniel's invasion to be grossly unjust.  As a result, Aurelian found himself having to readjust to a non-military life, as well as deal with the consequences of desertion.  He could not return to his family, and would have to carve out a living elsewhere.

Consequently, Aurelian had stayed outside of Nuniel, mostly keeping to the regions in between Brudel and Coris.  He typically stayed in inns wherever he was, with no permanent place of residence.  This time was spent re-learning what it meant to be a paladin, rediscovering himself through good works.  Sometimes he spent time in holy places of Sol where he lent his meager healing abilities to purge disease and mend wounds from those who needed it.  Other times he served as a hired caravan escort, helping people to arrive in their destination safely in this time of war.  It was pretty simple work, nothing glamorous aside from fighting the occasional bandits, but it helped him regain his bearings and figure out who he was, and it allowed him to make a living while keeping a low profile during this vulnerable time. 
 By the time he had felt the compulsion that directed him to Coris, Aurelian had come to terms with his past, his present, and what lay ahead, ready to step up and perform his duties to the Pantheon.

[i]Find Sol. Walk with the Ancients.[/i]

It was ironic, that the envoy of Sol knew nothing of what this message meant, and knew nothing of how to "find Sol".  He had hoped that his time spent in Sol's holy places, or on the road seeking to uphold his creed would provide some revelation, but he remained just as bewildered by the message as the day he arose on the battlefield.  Perhaps one of the other Envoys would have some idea.  Were they given the same instructions, though?  Were all of the Envoys tasked with finding Sol, or did they each have their own unique message?  He looked forward to finding out the answers to these questions.

The journey to Coris proved uneventful.  No mysterious supernatural forces tried to stop him, and despite the roads having become more dangerous due to the war, had had no run-in with bandits.  Prior to arriving at this meeting spot, he had paid for a room at an inn, despite not being entirely sure if he'd be spending the night here.  The only thing that might constitute "eventful" was hearing some preacher rambling about something a few blocks away as he headed to the meeting, although he hadn't gotten close enough to see who it was or what they were ranting about.

The paladin dismounted from his horse, and with a quick incantation, the barded destrier vanished into thin air, returning to the higher plane that it hailed from.  It'd mean that he'd have to re-summon it once he was done here, but it saved him the trouble of finding a stable or someplace to tie it down.  He stepped through the door, carefully as to not bump his helmet on the doorway.  His ornate armor would make him stand out like a sore thumb, but for something as important as the Pantheon's summons, he felt the need to be prepared for anything.

It was an ordinary looking tavern, with the typical clientele for a dockside location like this.  Most of them looked like sailors or boatmen or some sort, probably mostly fishermen, crewmembers from larger vessels, and dock workers.  The namesake of the inn was a red snapper fish mounted above the bar; if Aurelian had to guess, the owner was perhaps a fisherman that saved enough money to buy a tavern.  As the paladin looked around, his eyes came to rest on two people sitting at the bar that stood out from all the others.

[i][color=fff200]It would appear that I am not the first one to arrive.[/color][/i]

Aurelian could sense it, these were the fellow Envoys.  Not that they'd have been difficult to single out even without the ability to sense them- they didn't exactly look like the rest of the people here.  One of them was an armor-clad dragonborn, as heavily geared as Aurelian himself.  The second one was what appeared to be an Aasimar woman, wearing fine-looking clothing and sitting next to the dragonborn.

Aurelian sat down at an empty chair at a table and turned it to face the exit.  He could feel more of them coming this way, and he wanted to be ready to greet their arrival.  If the Dragonborn and Aasimar turned in his direction, or if another whom he could sense as an envoy walked through the entrance, he'd lift his helmet and wave to them, silently signaling that he was here for the same reason as them.  If a waiter or waitress happened to approach him, he would order a meal of ale and fish.  After all, he was hungry, and didn't know how long this gathering might last.