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[hr][i][color=LightSteelBlue]Time:[/color] 9:30 AM
[color=LightSteelBlue]Location:[/color] Just outside the Damien Estate
[color=LightSteelBlue]Interaction:[/color] N/A[/i]
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The bazaar on the outskirts of the Damien estate would normally have been a sight for sore eyes to a travel weary Cassius, especially as this was his first time here in Sorian proper...but on this day nothing seemed of ordinary stock. No brothel caught his eye, nor did a scent capture his attention. He was a man, on this day at least, strictly with business in mind. It would be the first steps toward a new life; a better life. He could not think of any mortal nor god that could stand in the way of him winning this day.  

This was to be the day that the lowly and battle tested Cassius Vael was to become a Lord. Not by deed or by gift, but rather by luck. With his mother’s death came the reveal that he had always come from a noble line…that of Count Calbert Damien to be exact. His father’s identity had always been hidden from him for reasons that he honestly still did not understand, but now that he was aware of just who he actually was...ambition was already beginning to bubble beneath the surface of his greater desires. For too long he scraped by in the muck and blood of the mercenary profession. It was time to take his piece of this world and become more than he was ever destined to be. [i]Fuck destiny[/i] he thought to himself. 

All he had to do was meet this Count for himself, convince him of the truth that he was his bastard son, and take his place in nobility. He knew it sounded far-fetched and was probably more difficult than he was letting it seem in his own mind, but hell he had faced overwhelming odds many times before and yet here he was alive and well. This certainly could not be any harder than when he and the rest of the Iron Wolves were cut off from reinforcements out in the middle of the sea fighting a two front battle against pirates and the kind of raging storm you only read about in novels...[i]could it?[/i]

The bazaar, the people, and everything else around him were nothing more than a blur moving in slow motion as he stared ahead at the gates of the Damien Estate. Within those walls were people that shared his blood. Family. The only real family he had ever known was his mother. Sure, he had his comrades in the Iron Wolves as a family of sorts, but in that line of work it was hard to become too close to anyone. There was a much higher guarantee that you would never see them again and so most kept each other at a comfortable distance to say the least. Definitely helped the sex remain casual, so that kind of dynamic did have its benefits but a traditional family experience was not among them. This, however was a matter of blood. A father, potential siblings, and an actual home that wasn’t tacked on to the side of a barn. This was something that Cassius never imagined that he would have...Especially starting in the later years of his 20s. 

Finally, Cassius found himself at the path out of the bazaar and towards the estate gates that his eyes had been locked on this whole time. It was now or never. A sly smile formed on his face as the absence of doubt and nervousness shocked even him. He felt collected and ready to take these steps. He did not imagine ever feeling at home in a place like this, but that wouldn’t stop him from claiming something that was his birthright. He belonged here...for better or for worse. 

Approaching the gate attendant he took in the view in front of him. The ornate design of the gate itself probably cost more than Cassius had ever spent on anything, and the house beyond was truly something to behold. The beautiful trees that lined the property were immaculately groomed and the intricate stone walkway was nicely designed and laid out. His father was no king, but the Count clearly had his fair share of coin. [i]I bet daddy Calbert is the worst kind of rich fool. Let us ruin this exquisite day for him…shall we?[/i] He thought to himself with a smirk. 

The attendant addressed him as he made his final approach...Honestly he didn’t hear a word of what the man said. It didn’t matter. All that mattered is the these gates would open...one way or another. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]“I’m going to need you to run and grab the master of the house, ol’ Count Calbert Damien...Tell the man his bastard has arrived.”[/color]