"I have family scattered about here and there. Although there aren't as many of us as there were before." Maxwell Vanovar - or Joseph Mouzone as he had introduced himself to Eren - said in response to the merchant's words, fingers drumming along the longbow that rested across his lap as he spoke. "I might add to its numbers myself one day, but that day has yet to arrive. As for why I have made the journey to Drakkenheim..."

Maxwell paused a moment then, reached down to the backpack sitting at his feet, pulled a mask from its confines, and began to glare at it vengefully. "I'm on the trail of a pagan assassin. Brother Terminus they call him." Maxwell said. "A few years ago, he killed my twin brother and took his rapier and longbow as trophies. And to heap insult upon injury, he also stole one of the psybird eggs we were tending to, hatched it, and raised it as his own."

Maxwell cast his gaze skyward, looking up at Many Colors flying overhead and watching for trouble. After a moment, he looked back at Eren and showed him the mask. "Should you ever encounter a human with deathly pale skin and blood red eyes, or a hooded figure with a mask like this one, be wary of him." Maxwell said. "Especially if he has weapons and a psybird companion similar to mine."

The story Maxwell had just spun to explain why he was bound for Drakkenheim was mostly a lie to conceal his true intentions and to place a degree of separation between himself and his grim dealings. Maxwell never had a twin brother, and Brother Terminus was actually just the alias he took up whenever he donned his vestments and went about business that the law wouldn't approve of.

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Many Colors makes a Perception check of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29932]10[/url] to watch from the skies for any potential threats to the caravan.
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