S'arrêtant à mi-chemin, Tarvos a salué ce qu'il a reconnu comme étant la voiture de courrier, en retournant à la capitale. Penchant, il pêcha une enveloppe et une pièce d'argent, le paiement habituel pour la livraison dans le royaume. Tant que tu as l'air riche, bien sûr. Sinon, c'était un peu d'or.
"Le destinataire est marqué là-bas. Il suffit de l'ajouter au noble calendrier de livraison », a ajouté Tarvos, avant qu'il ne parte à nouveau.
Le facteur a vérifié l'enveloppe, marqué Tonia de Vale. Ne voyant rien de mal, le facteur l'a mis dans le sac et a continué.
Tarvos n'arrêtait pas. Kurokuma était son objectif aujourd'hui. Trouvez l'homme, puis concluez un marché. Un accord qui peut ou non changer le royaume pour le meilleur ou le pire. À tout le moins, il serait un peu plus difficile pour les gens de la capitale de se reposer dans leur siège dans le luxe tandis que les gens vivaient dans la misère.
Après quelques heures de marche, il a finalement atteint le bout du chemin, et l'entrée dans la forêt. Cherchant le chemin le plus utilisé, Tarvos marchait le long, tenant sa carte à la main, vérifiant tous les autres chemins qui croisaient le principal. Après avoir atteint un buisson de mûres, Tarvos en a pris quelques-uns, et a poussé à travers lui, marchant le long de quelques mètres avant qu'un autre sentier reprenne, celui-ci nouveau.
Tarvos était proche.
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?