Vincent marched through the city following what seemed like a long line of heroes on their way back from some grand adventure. But of course, he knew better. They were here because they answered the call of the Twin Dukes to come here to the Seat of Mavros. Vincent was fiddling with his chain shirt as they walked not knowing what else to do. He had to admit he was nervous the last time he had been in Mavros he had nearly caught the city on fire by accident and had since avoided the city.
As he always did though, Vincent hid any nerves he had behind a cocky grin and a bow. They continued to walk through the city with crowds of people all gathering to watch them march onward. There were quite a few who shouted at him angrily but others, mainly the young ones, stared on at all of them in awe clearly dreaming of the adventuring life.
Oh if only you knew young ones. If only you knew.
His family had at first hated his adventuring lifestyle. But growing up in Reywald he knew that he was meant for more so he spent his time helping out the people of the city and even learning from a Warlock in the city. That was before the Phoenix's spark ignited within him and he burned down his masters home killing him in the process. From them on his family marked him as a black sheep with his sister wanting nothing more than for him to perish while adventuring so she could claim his place as the future Duke of Reywald.