Tarvos toussait légèrement, entendant les mots murmurés de Sable. "J'ai une suggestion, si vous êtes prêt à la prendre. L'un des villages énumérés est l'endroit où j'ai entendu le plus de positivité envers Kurokuma et votre groupe, Otfeld, avec le plus de négativité, Whiteshore, qui est en fait où se trouve le ferry. Si vous choisissez Otfeld, ils commenceraient peut-être à vous aimer assez pour vous soutenir. Si vous allez à Whiteshore, alors, si vous les aidiez avec leurs propres problèmes avec la noblesse, ils pourraient commencer à pousser un mouvement pour accepter votre groupe. »
Sentant les yeux de l'homme sur lui, Tarvos s'est fait paraître un peu plus petit. "Juste une suggestion. J'ai recueilli la plupart des informations sur vous dans ces endroits, donc je sais où les meilleures et les pires histoires sont racontées. »
Tarvos, après avoir dit sa pièce, a déplacé son propre regard vers Gehrhart. C'était le nom. Un chevalier déshonoré, servant sous l'empereur, l'un des rares hommes honnêtes parmi les menteurs et les paresseux. Quand Tarvos en a entendu parler, il l'a considéré comme la dernière chose qu'il avait supportée dans la vie corrompue de la politique, et a déménagé peu après. Mais quand même, c'était certainement intéressant. Peut-être qu'ils ont un peu plus en commun...
Name: Tarvos Wester
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species(if not human, keep it minimal please): Human
Appearance: Tarvos is rather tall, at about 6'2", good enough for his previous occupation. His hair is starting to go grey at the edges, though thankfully he has not yet had to resort to shaving it all off. His eyes are a plain brown, common enough to the environment, and his paler skin shows his upbringing in at least the lowest nobles, though it appears that he's done a lot of hard work in the recent years. He usually wears a simple set of trousers and a shirt, though both are of the highest quality, and his boots are some of the finest in the land. He does own some more royal looking clothes, though he's put them away for other reasons.
Personality: Usually calm, he has a razor sharp focus and will come down on you like Rocks Fall if he thinks you are hiding something. Extremely intimidating when he wants to be. Considers those who can match him in a battle of wits and tongues his equals. Doesn't particularly enjoy swordsmanship, but appreciates the effort put into it.
Skills/Talents: Excellent diplomat. Was born for it, raised for it. Likes to claim that he has to eat a lot of dyeberries so that the silver in his tongue doesn't show. He is also very good at fishing, a more recent skill of his. Also very good at judging people.
Weapons/Equipment: He owns some rather fine clothing and boots, along with a good fishing rod and a respectable axe with which he built himself a cottage. Not much more than that.
Occupation: Was a top diplomat, now just a fisherman living out his retirement. Will rejoin the game, though.
Rank(If in bandit clan, assigned by me): Not yet!
Bio(Optional): Tarvos was a diplomat in his prime, and did a lot of work for one of the higher noble houses in Maeryn. After a few years working, he started to get discouraged when he noticed how the peasants starved and the nobles only got fatter and fatter. After a failed attempt to try to make things even slightly better, he withdrew to a small fishing town to live out the rest of his days and find someone who can aid him in changing the system. He may just have found him.
This does look fun! But apparently you guys are starting already. Think I can hop on the wagon before it takes off?