[h1][color=39b54a][b]Tillius[/b][/color][/h1]
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Before the crossing into Varenheim territory, Tillius had one person he wanted to visit. It so happened that he was in charge of the border. 

[color=ed1c24]"Ah, Tillius!"[/color] Emerged from the camp was a middle-aged man, with short black hair, in military uniform beneath a red finely-cut robe. [color=ed1c24]"How long has it been? Five, six years?"[/color] 

[color=39b54a]"Around that time, sir."[/color] The orc replied with reverence, but his tone of voice lightened. 

[color=ed1c24]"No need for formalities anymore, you're no longer my soldier. Call me Marcus."[/color] The officer, despite having known this orc for decades, was still at awe at the shadow he cast when he stood in front of the sun. Warmly, he invited the orc into his tent for some catch up. 

[color=39b54a]"It's like a proper house in here."[/color] Tillius remarked, being gestured towards the desk in which Marcus would sit the opposite of, the seat of a guest versus the seat of power. 

[color=ed1c24]"Yes, if they have nothing better to do than sending us to this speck of rock to catch smugglers like spearing fishes in the shore, we better make this as comfortable of a stay as possible, otherwise they get lonely, restless, discontent."[/color] Marcus replied, adjusting his robe as he sat down. [color=ed1c24]"That brings me to you...what are you doing here? I don't suppose you make all the trip here just to see me, do you? This cold little hellhole."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"No."[/color] Tillius replied. [color=39b54a]"I want a crossing into Varenheim."[/color] 

[color=ed1c24]"Ahh, hmmm."[/color] Marcus nodded slowly. [color=ed1c24]"I suppose I should ask the purpose of your trip for the sake of paperwork, but I already know what you're going to do over there."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"If that is the case, then may I?"[/color] Tillius asked.

[color=ed1c24]"Hmph, sure."[/color] Marcus approval, a little bit too quickly for Tillius's liking. [color=ed1c24]"What, you want some money too?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Is that it? You're not going to inquire why an orc is going into elven territory, or even try to stop me?"[/color] 

[color=ed1c24]"Couldn't stop you from not abandoning Curio eight years ago, why do you think I can stop you now?"[/color] Marcus shrugged. [color=ed1c24]"You do whatever you want over there, it's not my business to attend to [i]personal[/i] matter."[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Then you can provide me the appropriate paper for the crossing."[/color] Tillius continued

[color=ed1c24]"That will be done."[/color] Marcus said. [color=ed1c24]"Also, if you're going into Varenheim, feel free to make use of your old gear. I can find you a spare if you don't have any. Let people know who you are."[/color]

His last parting word was vague, but if it was something he was lent for free, Tillius wasn't going to reject it. It was a trip to the Twilight land after all. Saved him a lot of money getting his own gear. [hr]
A few days passed and several long marches that wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary back when he was still in service, Tillius arrived at Vesemir's camp, where it was publicized they would be forming up. He seemed to be one of the earlier ones, or that there wasn't that many who heeded the call. Nevertheless, once he gave the man in question the travel papers and the poster he sent across the region to the Adventurer's Guild, they let him in. 

He sat down by a tree, and seeing how he would just be waiting for other adventurers to arrive, Tillius sat down by a nearby tree to try and catch some quick 'Z', having to be vigilant of some wildlife and thus lacked adequate sleep the night before. It wasn't long until the sun intensified, and his sleep undermined, so he proceeded to use his large shield as a makeshift cover, letting it lean on him. From afar, it didn't seem like anyone was there, only a large chunk of metal board laid against an old tree.