Eternic

Eric sat at his table in the tavern that laid in the calm kingdom of Nohu. He stays in this tavern that happens to be the city which the Queens castle lays. Eric made it a point to come here when he isn't on a job so if he needs to be hired the employers know exactly where he is. Eric drank his whiskey slowly and with time he was is no rush to be anywhere and after his last job he felt he needed the break. Eric enjoyed being in Nohu it was calm and he enjoyed the people who inhabit this kingdom. Eric decided on his first visit that once he has enough coin he would build a place that would provided training and items that every adventure,mercenary or bounty hunter would need. Eric imagined in his head building a guild for anyone of any trade. Eric looked at his glass and filled it again he could feel his pouch and its sad emptiness. Even though Eric had plenty of coin to carry him for a year he wanted more. He felt himself getting impatient with sitting around and its only been a week since his last job. Eric wanted something small to do at least to entertain him for a week or a month.

[ She hasn't been accepted yet but..oh well. link ]

Anger? No, that wasn't it. Frustration? Maybe. Decius couldn't quite figure out what he felt as he crushed the letter from Queen Alys in his fist.

"She requests an audience, yet demands I go out of my way to accommodate her," Decius stated, his feelings masked by his level tone.

Decius' trusted adviser and bodyguard Septimus spoke up, "She does hold the hearts and minds of the Nohu in the palm of her hand, m'lord. I believe it wise to build good relations with the only other human kingdom."

"You speak truths," Decius responded, "However, it is clear they have abandoned the Gods," Decius waved his hand dismissively, signalling to the messenger who brought the request to take leave, "And for that I do not trust them."

Septimus nodded. It was becoming increasingly clear that the Gods would need to be brought to the heathen and heretical races. Decius' strength of character had convinced many Selven that it was their destiny to unify the world under them. It was general Selven understanding that the other races had abandoned the True Gods in their own pursuits, and would need to face repercussions for straying from the true path. The ideal option was enforcing slavery until the heresy was worked out of them. Truly, it was working on the mountainfolk. Decius' own arms and armor were forged by the very dwarves he had fought against, a clear sign that even when subjugated, life was better under Selven rule, and unity and cooperation very much possible. The prominent thought in Decius' mind as of late was of total unification of the mortal races, and marshaling their collective forces in order to purge Derton and exploit its resources.

"However," Decius spoke after some silence, "I will travel to Nohu. Perhaps if I can convince their Queen to return to the rightful beliefs, to take our flag as their own, we can avoid needless bloodshed. However, it remains to be seen what she wishes to speak of. Gather the council and inform them that I will be traveling for diplomatic reasons. I will go alone," Septimus began to protest, but Decius spoke through it, "It will be faster, and with much less fanfare if I leave on my own. I trust you to tell the rest of the royal guard to be on their best behavior while I am away."

"Yes, m'lord."

Decius stood and made his way to his personal armory. A Dwarven slave was polishing Decius' helmet as he entered.

"Thank you, Likot. Now make yourself scarce."

The Dwarf bowed and left the room. Decius began to equip his armor.

Eric saw the attractive young lady come to him and ask him if he was for hire he smiled with confidence "Does a bear shit in the woods? Yes I am for hire Miss I am Eric Vold" he said his name which has been heard in every kingdom. He being most famous for his witch and other dark beast slaying. If he was not known for that he was known as the warrior mage who fought in the wars between lords. His face may not be known but his name being at every wild witch story. Eric was not yet drunk so he still had his sobriety and wits. He then said "I don't care what the job is as long as there is a pay worth my time." his blue eyes seemed to be made of ice his intelligence and strength showed clearly in his eyes rather than in his body or mind.

Eric Vold heard the word Queen and job within the same topic and he got up went to pick up his things and was waiting at the door for the young miss. He was in his normal garbs he didn't have time to put his armor on "Lets go Miss the night is here and I would like to be there before it gets to late." he then responded to her question "Eric Vold I am the mercenary to hire especially when it comes to the darker side of magic or the world." he had his bottle in his hand and he took a drink from it. He wasn't drunk but the longer he stayed here the more likely he was going to drink till his world goes black. He put the stopper on his bottle and stashed it into his pack. He was impatient so before he could really give the poor girl a chance he opened the tavern door and started to walk to the castle. He hummed a joyful solider tune out loud.