Valentien Mikelus
Valentine kept low as he ran through the silent forest, his squad behind him. The night was as empty as the depths of hell, the cold biting at the men's skin like a thousand needles.
He saw the town up ahead, and his grip tightened around his halberd as he approached. A man was tending a field directly in front of them; a large scythe was in his hands as he cut the grass next to a fence. Why he was up so late, Valentine could not tell, but he was in there way, and sneaking past him would be time-consuming.
He held up a fist - the universal sign for 'stop here' - and crept forward, halberd in hand, sword sheathed at his hip, bow slung over his back. When he reached the edge of the forest, he saw the farmer directly in front of him, not more than ten feet away, still obliviously slicing at the grass with his scythe.
Valentine charged forward silently, covering the ground in an instant, stabbing the man through the chest before ripping the halberd's blade out and swinging it around, slicing off the man's head cleanly. The corpse dropped with barely a whisper, the tiny rivulets of blood sounding like raindrops on the ground.
The squad walked into the town, Valentine not giving any thought to the man he had executed. Just another name on a list that was far too long.
When they reached a street quiet street in the town, Valentine stopped his team, and they conversed. No-one was unsettled in the slightest by Valentine's kill, which impressed him; then again, he expected nothing less of the finest knights Cresta had to offer.
"We must gather information. Split up, get some rest, and look for information tomorrow. Meet next to the hollow in the forest tomorrow night and we shall share what we have learnt," he said.
The squad nodded, and headed off quietly. Valentine himself went to a small house on the outskirts, with a small barn out the side. He slipped into the barn and laid down on a bale of hay, and after removing his armour and changing into a white shirt and black trousers, went to sleep, his weapons and armour now hidden in his bag.
Little did he know, however, that he had inadvertently slipped into the barn of the person who would change his life forever...
(What I'm thinking is that he's inadvertently fallen asleep in Pheobe's barn, and in the morning, she'll walk in to find him sleeping there, and wake him up rather rudely then demand some answers. Also, this has got to be the best first post I've done in a while.)