It was just another gloomy and wet day in the city of Korvosa, to Regulus it was just another day of rain, rain was no obstacle to him. The steady pounding of raindrops hitting the roof of his simple abode gave him a sort of tempo to work with, it provided the music to his dance. Regulus wasn't truly dancing, but he had always viewed the art of swordsmanship akin to that of a dance, each step having meaning and purpose, he took a quick side step and lashed out with his sword, slashing at the practice dummy's midsection. "And one and two" he muttered as he spun to the left right into what would have been his "opponents" blind spot, using the momentum to bring his shield against the back of the dummy's head. "Three and four" he breathed as he charged the imaginary combatant bearing it to the ground, driving his sword through its soft straw torso on the way down, the straw man made a soft thud as it hit the floor.

Regulus stood up, this was just one of many dances he knew, but he had been practicing since dawn, it was time for a break and possibly some breakfast. The young man pulled the cord that was holding his hair back and shook his shoulder length deep purple hair out as he peered into a mirror. Deep sapphire eyes gazed back at him, a color he learned at a young age that were not within the normal range for humans, then again hair that was naturally purple wasn't normal for humans either. His parents always told him he was special, though they never explained what they truly meant, father should have told him the truth. "Father, why did you not tell me where I came from, who or what am I?" Regulus paused for a moment remembering the day he received news of his father's murder for lack of better terms, that was why Regulus had stayed in Korvosa, for revenge.

Three years ago the nefarious crime lord Gaedren Lamm tried to convince his father to aid him in expanding his drug smuggling ring, his father had refused and so Gaedren had him set up for the crime of piracy. Once the young Regulus had learned the truth he sold everything he had and began to prepare, soon he would make his move against Lamm, but first he had to find something to eat. The fire had been reduced to hot coals so the young man threw a few logs onto the fire before placing a kettle with cold porridge over it, as he waited he crossed the room to the closet he kept his armor locked in. Upon opening it he received a surprise, attached to his armor was a harrow card, he had seen a few of the local fortune tellers use them but he had never seen one like this. It depicted a man at the helm of a ship and steering the ship into a oncoming storm, "Interesting, how did this get here? Nobody could have got in my house, the doors are warded and locked, it isn't possible." Regulus flipped the card over and beheld writing on the other side "I know what Gaedren has done to you. He has wronged me as well, I know where he dwells, but I cannot strike at him. Come to my home 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must face his fate, and justice be done." He pondered for a moment before he reached into the closet touching the etching of a black and blue butterfly with a star and sun on the left wing and a star and moon on the right. "Lady Desna have you finally granted my prayers, if so thank you." Now all that remained would be to wait, a few hours wouldn't hurt, after all Regulus had waited years for this day.