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[b]ALERIS MONFERRAT[/b]

Interaction: [@pkken][@Maverick Six][/center]

The past weeks had been troubling for Aleris. Memories of times gone from his mind. Seemingly entire people that he knew, wiped away from his memory. And even odder, in one such case he felt better off for it. Medness, every thought and lack of thought about it driving him closer to an edge that he cannot afford to reach. He must do well for his Master. His Lord, who granted his powers upon him when he came to this world, must have their wishes fulfilled. And every lost memory feels like a failure. A piece along the path towards his final goal that Aleris had stripped from him. A scar on his chest that he still remains unnervingly lucid of the fact that he does not recall what caused it. Waking up in a swamp, surrounded by redcap corpses, with no recollection of why he was even there to begin with. Were these merely isolated events? Or had he lived an entire life unknown to him now? Any every possibility in between are equally possible. All flash through his mind like a horror film. One even greater than any fear of the deepest depths that one might experience. 

He could not wallow in it. He needed to progress. He was stronger than he was at his start. That much he knew. But not strong enough. Not wealthy enough, nor had he begun to attract followers to his Lord's flock. Failures, all of them, in his eyes. As he surely believed they were in his Lord's. He marched on, stomping through the rainy and stormy weather. On a path for his next job or opportunity. Anything that would allow him to earn coin or anything else along the way. Though as the storms pick up, Aleris' hood is becoming less sufficient in keeping him protected from the weather. Luckily, he stumbles upon an inn. 'The Last Ferry', as the sign out front named it. Seems to Aleris that it is more for sailors than the typical traveler. But in a storm like this, Aleris can't rightly afford to be picky. He enters, The large rusty metal hook slung across his back bangs against the doorframe as he enters as he is still getting used to carrying it on his back. He wastes no time in moving towards the fireplace to warm himself and attempt to get a little dry. 

Looking around the room, he sees quite the odd collection of people. The Bunnykin, and the Elf with what appears to be metal arms stand out the most to him. He eavesdrops, listening in as they discuss their situation. It seems like his best opportunity to offer his services. Or at the very least, it may lead to something greater in the future. He stands, walking over towards their table and placing a hand on the top of a chair, preparing to pull it out should they allow him to join them.

"Apologies for listening, uninvited. But I heard you two speak from by the fire. I'm sorry to hear about the imprisonment of your comrades. My name is Aleris. May I sit?" He asked, introducing himself in a neutral tone. His expression is curious, and very calm. Almost too calm for someone still standing in a cold and rain soaked cloak.