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	\|class= [[Paladin]]		\|class= [[Paladin]]
	\|profession= ~~Vindicator~~		\|profession= Holy Warrior
	\|religion= Follower of [[Voln]]		\|religion= Follower of [[Voln]]
	\|affiliations= [[Order of Voln]], The Militia		\|affiliations= [[Order of Voln]], The Militia
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	'''PERSONAL INFORMATION'''		'''PERSONAL INFORMATION'''

	<u>Name</u>: Lord Graison Derges<br>		<u>Name</u>: Lord Urchin Graison Derges<br>
	<u>Title</u>: ~~Vindicator~~<br>		<u>Title</u>: Alpha Among the Ferocious Pack<br>
	<u>Race</u>: [[Human]]       <u>Gender</u>: Male<br>		<u>Race</u>: [[Human]]       <u>Gender</u>: Male<br>
	<u>Age</u>: 24<br>
	<u>Date of Birth</u>: Day 15 of the month [[Ivastaen]] in the year of 5095<br>		<u>Date of Birth</u>: Day 15 of the month [[Ivastaen]] in the year of 5095<br>
	<u>Clan</u>: [[Aldora]]<br>		<u>Clan</u>: [[Aldora]]<br>
	He is ~~taller than average~~ and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be very young.<br>		He is statuesque and has a muscular, able-bodied physique. He appears to be very young.<br>
	He has ~~piercing~~ ~~blue-grey~~ eyes and tanned skin.<br>		He has intense sapphire eyes and deeply tanned, scar-riddled skin.<br>
	He has short, ~~frizzy~~ black hair ~~shaved~~ at ~~the~~ ~~temples~~.<br>		He has short, coarse black hair with a hint of white.<br>
	He has a ~~scruffy~~ ~~looking~~ ~~face~~ ~~and~~ a ~~broad~~ ~~chest~~.<br>		He has a number of deformed fingers with swollen knuckles on his right hand.<br>

	[[File:Graison.jpg\|thumb\|center\|400px\|alt=Graison Derges\|Portrait Created by [http://forum.gsplayers.com/member.php?6887-Divone Divone]]]		[[File:Graison.jpg\|thumb\|center\|400px\|alt=Graison Derges\|Portrait Created by [http://forum.gsplayers.com/member.php?6887-Divone Divone]]]
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	'''AFFILIATIONS'''		'''AFFILIATIONS'''

			Full citizen of Wehnimer's Landing<br>
	Member of The Militia<br>		Member of The Militia<br>
	Member of the [[Order of Voln]]<br>		Member of the [[Order of Voln]]<br>
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	'''INVENTORY'''		'''INVENTORY'''

	He is wearing [[Sprite_quest#Rewards\|a little round mirror]]~~, a pure white onyx shield talisman~~, [[Prayer_beads\|some metallic black pearl prayer beads]], some [[Arkati_Prayer_Beads\|jet prayer beads]] with a white shield pendant, a [[~~crystal~~ ~~amulet~~]], a layered black wool [[Whisper_cloak\|cloak]], a [[Premium_teleportation_jewelry\|~~silver-dipped~~ ~~feather~~ ~~stickpin~~]], a large-eyed purple [[Cloisonne_turtle_dove_charm\|dove charm]], a golden feather charm, a gold-plated Militia insignia, a sailcloth haversack slung over his shoulder, a [[Shield\|~~circular~~ rolaren ~~greatshield~~]] ~~emblazoned~~ with a ~~bold~~ ~~blue~~ ~~lightning bolt~~ slung over his other shoulder, a white spidersilk [[KnightWear\|surcoat]] over a gilt-accented onyx [[Armor\|jazerant hauberk]], a pair of articulated black [[KnightWear\|gauntlets]] with gold accents, a gold-framed band centered with a white sunstone shield~~, a miniscule gargoyle ring~~, a black-striated [[KnightWear\|belt]], a laje-buckled leather swordbelt with a gold-edged [[white ora]] [[Backsword\|sidesword]] hanging from it, an onyx [[Hedgehog\|leather pouch]] with mesh inserts, a sword-etched sleek silver [[Siegery\|case]]~~, a dark leather wine flask, a gold-plated onyx herb kit~~, a pair of loose stygian black leather trousers, some gleaming golden [[KnightWear\|spurs]] embossed with argent roses, and some onyx-hued leather riding [[KnightWear\|boots]] with rounded ora buckles.		He is wearing [[Sprite_quest#Rewards\|a little round mirror]], [[Prayer_beads\|some metallic black pearl prayer beads]], some [[Arkati_Prayer_Beads\|jet prayer beads]] with a white shield pendant, a [[Imbued_Shroud\|wispy onyx flyrsilk shroud]] pinned with an ivory cameo, a layered black wool [[Whisper_cloak\|cloak]], a [[Premium_teleportation_jewelry\|square obsidian pendant]] inset with a white marble shield, a large-eyed purple [[Cloisonne_turtle_dove_charm\|dove charm]], a golden feather charm, a gold-plated Militia insignia, a sailcloth haversack slung over his shoulder, an [[Shield\|onyx rolaren pavis]] etched with an image of a puma in gold slung over his other shoulder, a white spidersilk [[KnightWear\|surcoat]] over a gilt-accented onyx [[Armor\|jazerant hauberk]], a pair of articulated black [[KnightWear\|gauntlets]] with gold accents, a gold-framed band centered with a white sunstone shield, a black-striated [[KnightWear\|belt]], a laje-buckled leather swordbelt with a gold-edged [[white ora]] [[Backsword\|sidesword]] hanging from it, an onyx [[Hedgehog\|leather pouch]] with mesh inserts, a sword-etched sleek silver [[Siegery\|case]], a pair of loose stygian black leather trousers, some gleaming golden [[KnightWear\|spurs]] embossed with argent roses, and some onyx-hued leather riding [[KnightWear\|boots]] with rounded ora buckles.

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	\|race= [[Human]]		\|race= Human
	\|culture= [[Aldora]]		\|culture= Aldora
	\|class= [[Paladin]]		\|class= [[Paladin]]
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	Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.<br><br>('''Credit:''' [[Fallen from Faith]])</div>		Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.<br><br>('''Credit:''' [[Fallen from Faith]])</div>
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	Both figures claim to represent the Order of Voln.<br>		Both figures claim to represent the Order of Voln.<br>
	Suspected in aiding a prisoner escape from jail.<br><br>		Suspected in aiding a prisoner escape from jail.<br><br>
	Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.('''Credit:''' [[Fallen from Faith]])</div>		Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.<br><br>('''Credit:''' [[Fallen from Faith]])</div>
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	Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.</div>		Graison looks at Raven and vice-versa. It was them. Graison was at a loss. He had never done anything in his life to the point of being wanted by town officials. Nibani had eventually left to her quarters in the Keep for the evening in a not so good of a mood after Raven had tried to reach into her mind. But Graison was more focused on the poster now. It was late and Vyrshkana had already taken her leave. It was now Jaired's turn. Graison was left alone with Raven. Before he makes his departure, speaking warmly to Raven, he says, "Going to find a cot here to sleep for the night. Stay safe, Raven."<br><br>Graison tossed and turned that evening. He dreamed of being locked up. He kept waking up from nightmares. The cot wasn't helping either as it was uncomfortable.<br><br>The Hour of Lumnis of the next day, Feastday, Graison quietly makes his way back into town. He was afraid of being noticed. It was over a month since he was captured on Caligos Isle and tortured. He wondered if he was going to go through that all over again. He did nothing wrong. It was only a few days ago, he finally became a citizen of Wehnimer's Landing and made it official within the books. Now he is a wanted person within the town he calls home. Graison snuck into Moot Hall, the very place where all the wanted posters were plastered and found his storage locker that visitors and citizens alike could use during their stay. He removed all his clothing that he hadn't already taken off while in the Militia Keep and found a new outfit he had received when visiting Caligos Isle. It was more of a formal attire, but would work in this instance for now.<br><br>When the town shops began to open, he made his way to the squalid canvas pavillion where the town barber was working. He was hoping the barber hadn't noticed the wanted posters or wasn't paying attention, period. The barber motioned him to have a seat. "What can I do for you, today?" He asked. Graison responded, "I'd like to add a bit of dye color to my hair. Do you recommend anything?" The barber looked Graison over. "Maybe a shade of blue to match the eyes?" "Perfect!" Graison smiled. Graison also asked the barber if he could make the style a bit more unkempt. When the work was done, Graison was pleased with the outcome. He then walked further into the pavillion. A wild-eyed man is clothed in drab clothing covered with a long splotched-white apron, and a pair of dull grey moccasins. The rivulets of blood trickling down the legs of a crude operating table near this man give some indication of the unpleasantness of whatever this person does. Thick glass jars are stacked three deep, each one packed full of preserved eyes with their optic nerves still attached. A very sharp-looking scalpel has been left at the foot of the table. The man smiles at Graison. "You needing some new eyes, young fella?" Graison was taken aback. "If you don't like the ones you have, I can give you new ones." How odd, Graison thought and approached the table. This didn't look safe at all. But if he is disguising himself, a new eye color would be acceptable. He followed the man's instructions. When it was all over, he was blind. His eyes were covered. A few hours later, Graison was removing cloth from his eyes and was able to see like normal. He approached the man, who wanted to be known as a surgeon, and paid him. He also was shown his eyes he used to have.<br><br>Graison didn't feel like himself anymore. He was not happy with any of this. He went to the Thrak Inn for a drink. There, he found Raven. She had already changed some of her looks as well. They had small talk about what happened the day before. He showed Raven his new blue-black unkempt hair and grey-green eyes. Raven could see he was unhappy. Raven mentioned that The Order of Voln needs to get involved in what is happening. Graison couldn't have agreed more and thought perhaps even the Winter's Keeper Vernin could vouch for what he and Raven were trying to accomplish. But right now, Graison wanted to go home. He had built a chateau just outside the Graveyard. For some reason, being near there brought him comfort. Whenever he was around the undead, he knew Lord Voln was watching over him. Raven offers him homage at her Villa on the Isle of Four Winds. He was gracious to accept since they became good friends. That evening he would sleep much better. He slept in a cushioned chair which was more comfortable than a cot.<br><br>On Restday, the 22nd, Graison spent most of his day gathering his thoughts of what to write to the Winter's Keeper. Graison was a devout follower of Voln and very much dedicated to The Order of Voln as well as to the Shield and Sickle. He wanted to make sure his intentions were clear and also make sure when this war happens that Nibani and her friends would be safe or have a fair trial. When the Hour of Tonis arrived, Graison travelled back to Wehnimer's Landing. He first made a stop at the Order northward of Wehnimer's Landing and asked the monks there to deliver his message to the Winter's Keeper as quickly as possible.<br><br>As Graison was riding his stallion back to Wehnimer's Landing, he came back to destruction. Graison could only stare at the outside walls. The North Gate had collapsed. There was still smoke rising within the crumbled walls. He went to the West Gate and saw the same thing. The town guard was still manning the west side. The town guard said that this was the outcome of Jaecee and Leiana. The town guard inspected Graison up and down and explained there was no way in or out right now. Graison knew this was not true. But he also knew that the town guard was only protecting the town from further threats and most likely did not recognize him. Graison made his way to the Wayside Inn. He tied up his stallion and let him know he'd be back for him. Graison found the secret entry from the fireplace and made his way into town.<br><br>Inside the town, the locals were very talkative when Graison started asking questions. He heard that the fire witch was captured. He heard from Nibani calling Leiana a fire witch. Graison thought to himself. He had to dig deeper into this. So he mentioned and asked one of the locals, "Leiana has been taken into custody?" "The fire witch will be put on trial this feastday for all the destruction she did to this town!" A man spoke up. Graison was saddened once again. This was the time they were to be celebrating the winter solstice. One woman stares at him. Graison then asks another question. "And Jaecee? Is he is custody, too?" "No, that beast was eaten by some siren named Tanailiestra!"<br><br>When Volnes, the 23rd arrived, Graison spent most of his time in the Order praying. Not just to Voln. To any of the Gods that would listen. Graison was mad. This was a time they were all supposed to be celebrating and everyone around him was suffering. Even himself. He wanted to know what he should do. During the Hour of Tonis, Graison made his way back to Wehnimer's Landing once more. He sat down on the bench of Town Center.<br><br>A young woman wanders through and sits on the ground. Glancing over at one of the wanted posters laying on the ground as well, she picks it up. "Ya know, I think they would have done better to use sketches." She looked deep in thought. "That could be any number of men I saw just in the past few days alone. The female...she's ringing a bell though." Nodding, she continued, "Definitely shoulda done sketches." She then looks up at Graison sitting on the bench. "Heard any rumors as to why they're wanted?" Graison was a bit worried. Did she already know who he was and playing a game for him to reveal himself? Speaking quietly to her, Graison says, "I have not. Been indoors most this winter. I heard about some bad people on their way. Haven't been out much. I finally came out after I heard the gates fell. Someone gave the all clear that citizens could come out of their homes." Graison thought to himself that was a ridiculous answer. But he was caught off guard. The woman amusedly says, "I bet the spider made a web in his hair and that's why it's frizzy." Standing up, the woman approaches Graison and offers a handshake. "I can't remember if we've met, but you don't look familiar so I guess not." Graison sighed a bit of relief inside and offered his hand in return with a smile. Graison responds, "Nice to meet you. I don't get around much. I tend to stay inside. But I wanted to catch a breather tonight outside." The two continue a bit of pleasantries before she wanders off.<br><br>Graison gazes up into the heavens. "Enough of this hiding", he thought out loud. "I am here to be there for my friends. And they need me right now." The shops are currently closed as the Hour of Ronan approaches. Graison makes his way to the Wayside Inn, grabs his stallion and rides home to his chateau.('''Credit:''' [[Fallen from Faith]])</div>
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