Je m'en occupe. Portant la fille dans ses bras et puis sur son dos, style piggyback, en s'assurant que sa tête était juste un peu plus bas que la sienne, il n'a jamais tout à fait réalisé combien elle était légère. C'est quoi, ça? Peut-être qu'il était plus fort que lui. Prenant des mesures prudentes par la porte et dans la cour, une autre petite foule s'était rassemblée, susceptible de voir le retour du baron. La courte marche vers la route était... surtout sans blessure. Il tira ses cheveux un peu réajustant Veronica, mais à part cela, peu semblait hors de l'ordinaire.
Enfin en arrivant à la route, un Transport conduit par deux beaux chevaux de châtaignier a pu être vu au loin. On dirait que le baron est de retour, et juste à temps. Il a posé la fille très doucement, mais s'est tenu sur sa main avec une poignée douce mais en fer. Elle n'allait pas s'enfuir."Le voilà! Tu es prêt? N'oubliez pas les chevaux, je ne veux pas que vous soyez blessé." Son esprit retourna à son époque en conduisant une caravane à travers Ebberon, pour être frappé au visage par l'un des chevaux. Il avait une mâchoire et un nez cassés. C'est vrai. Des moments amusants. Il l'a presque raté. Presque. Reprenant la réalité, il a regrippé la main de Veronica, juste pour être en sécurité.
Full name: Lance D'Phiarlin
Usually wearing a tunic, Lance blends into the crowd, but when it's time for battle, Lance wears scalemail covered by a central breastplate. His weapon of choice ironically enough is a lance, yet he is trained with most other weapons.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Skills: Lance is a master Tactician and fighter. Keenly aware of his surroundings he is able to get an advantage almost anywhere on the battlefield. Not only this, but he is incredibly social, and is able to make friends very easily, because of this he has many connections.
History: Lance comes from the country of Ebberon, located to the far west. Born to a pair of army generals, Lance had little choice but to be raised as a soldier. He had an iron will and a strong arm at an early age, and only continued to improve, even to the point of surpassing his parents. When Ebberon went to war with a neighboring country, Kyber. Lance was chosen as an ambassador, and was able to easily convince the king to stop fighting. Unfortunately, shortly after, the king was assassinated and Kyber went to war with Ebberon. Lance was chosen to be one of five leaders in charge of the main bulk of Ebberon's army. Here is where Lance found his innate knack for tactics, defeating Skrimish after skrimish, they had easily captured the main city of Kyber.
Once the county was no longer at war, Lance was at a bit of a loss as to what to do. Planning was his specialty, yet he had no plan of action. Lance wandered around his hometown, doing whatever he could to help. He liked helping others, it gave the same sense of being useful as when he was a General. Shortly after, he decided that while his home was all well and good, he wanted to know what else he could do, and set out. Going from Country To Country, Lance was able to always make a few friends, and was always in a joyous state. Taking odd jobs here and there, Lance has a bit if experience with everything. Thus he arrived here, looking for what there is to see, and hoping to make some friends.
Lance had wandered from place to place helping people where he could. And yet he always felt... temporary. It was as if as soon as he was done with whatever task he was assigned, he was sent away, like he had outlived his usefulness. He wanted something more... Permanent? A career of sorts. But what? Most jobs weren't in his area of expertise. He was a natural born fighter and defender, what could he possibly do? Just as he was about to lose hope, he got word of a Baron looking for a guard of sorts to protect his daughter. This was his chance! Lance took the job in a heartbeat, knowing he'd finally be of significant use again.