Oi là-bas! Mlle! J'ai une question. Puis-je avoir une seconde de votre temps?
Cait a juré sous son souffle, l'homme au bar avait compris qu'elle avait pris son argent. Elle a pensé momentanément à courir, mais un rapide coup d'œil autour lui a dit qu'il y avait des gardes de la ville à proximité et jusqu'à présent l'homme ne faisait pas d'histoires. Elle a tiré son capot un peu plus bas sur ses yeux, essayant d'obscurcir son visage un peu plus au cas où elle aurait à faire une course pour elle. L'homme devrait faire un argument très convaincant pour qu'elle parte avec les pièces.
Elle tourna autour et lui tira un charmant demi-sourire tordu, "Je suppose que je peux passer un moment, mais juste un moment. J'ai bien peur que je ne sois pas du coin, si vous cherchez des directions." Elle a été momentanément distrait par la bague de l'homme à nouveau, quelque chose à ce sujet lui a appelé. Elle a attrapé la bague qu'elle portait sur une chaîne autour du cou. "Pièce intéressante que vous avez là. Comment est-ce arrivé?"
Ça ne pourrait pas être le sien... ou le sien?
Name: Caitlin (Cait) Flannigan of Eucora (a made up kingdom)
Age: 24
Occupation: Guardian of the Stone
Appearance:  
Biography:
Cait was born to a noble family, she was destined to have the finest things in life and be married off to another noble man that would hopefully continue to raise her family’s position in society. She was taught from a young age how to act, how to talk, how to walk when in public. She quickly became bored with her life, wanting more. She decided she had enough when she was fifteen, said goodbye to her younger sisters and ran away from home, never looking back.
Cait wandered for a few years, her whims taking her on whichever adventure she fancied next. On her adventures she learned handy skills like pick pocketing and lock picking. She was adept with a bow but prefers her daggers and short swords to almost anything else. Alvar found her drunk in a tavern one night. He thought he was going to need to help the young girl as a group of men tried to take advantage of her in her drunken state. Cait quickly dispatched the thugs and went back to her ale. Impressed by her skill Alvar offered to train her. Cait waived him off but he persisted for three days before she finally relented that the old man might have something to teach her that her adventures had yet to give her – a purpose for her life.
Alvar was the guardian of the green stone ring. He explained to Cait how he belonged to a very long line of guardians, their lives dedicated to the protection of this ring. So Alvar trained Cait, making her an even more skilled fighter/thief. Alvar gave Cait a life of discipline and a sense of honor and purpose. Her world was turned upside down when Alvar was murdered by a rove of bandits, wanting to steal the ring from him when they refused to pay the “toll” the bandits were charging for using the road. Alvar had been too skilled to be killed by the bandits, he had only died because Cait had made a stupid mistake and he’d sacrificed himself for her. In a rage Cait slaughtered the bandits, pulling Alvar into her lap as he bled to death. He gave her the ring and begged her to protect it with her life. That was three days ago.