D'accord, nous en avons confirmé au moins quatre, probablement avec des bêtes pour les aider. Revenons aux autres, nous devrons les informer et protéger Veronica à tout prix. Allons-y. Retour à la zone principale, tout semblait aller bien. Peut-être que c'était juste les quatre... Il a couru au baron, "Monsieur, j'ai des raisons de croire qu'il y aura une tentative pour la vie de votre fille. Près de la forêt, nous avons trouvé quatre hommes sur le point de mettre des bêtes au rempart. Tu devrais peut-être avoir des gardes, ça pourrait devenir moche."
Les deux premiers qu'il pouvait trouver étaient Lucky et Noella. Noella semblait faire... Quelque chose avec la nourriture, tandis que Lucky était à proximité, jouant son violon. Il s'est approché de Lucky et a dit : J'ai des raisons de croire qu'il va y avoir une tentative sur la vie de Veronica. Ne pas, je le répète, ne pas, la laisser où près de la forêt, l'avoir? J'ai besoin que tu le dises aux autres. Jack est déjà au courant et va vous aider à alerter tout le monde. Je vais prendre mon équipement, je reviens bientôt." C'était quand Lance a remarqué que le garçon n'avait pas de vraie façon de se défendre. Il a mis son poignard dans la main du garçon, dans son fourreau."Mettez ça dans votre poche, ou cachez-le dans votre botte. Vous en aurez peut-être besoin. Je m'en vais." Et avec ça, Lance sprinta dans le manoir pour prendre son équipement.
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.