[quote=soren]
After Alara had received her letter she had gone on two jobs. Each had lead to her learning some information about her bastard father. She had also met a male in her travels. She knew his name...somewhere in the recesses of her mind. During each job it strangely lead her to the place where the letter instructed for her to go. Meeting the male was also, she felt, but to much for coincidence as they had both received letters. Also so far as it seemed he didn't know about Alara. Even though on the mission they went on together she had tracked the monsters by smelling them out. Finally they arrived in the town where the manor was located, or at least where it was supposed to be. For all Alara knew it could have been on the outskirts of town away from everything. Who knows. That only meant that it was time to gather some information. So far she felt that she had done most of the work and decided to go sit at a cafe, but before that she stopped the man. "Alright I feel that I got us here. You gather some info on the manor and maybe the person living there and come get me at that cafe." She pointed to the small little coffee and tea shop close by. "Bring some good info and I will get you something to eat." Alara smiled then went and sat at the outside table.
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Hi, I'm Zanon from the original Darkest Heart.
Zarkun strike me down if I am overstepping.

Disclaimer: This is a side character, blatantly ripped off from Robert Jordan's [i]Wheel of Time[/i].
He does not get involved in plot events.
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A cough sounds from beside you, and an elderly man steps forward. His cloths were largely dull greens and browns that travelers favored... With one very notable exception.

The cloak. At first glance it appeared to be a chaos of color. A second's inspection would reveal that it was, in fact, a patchwork of dozens and dozens of differently colored and patterned pieces of fabric. It was hard to tell, but no two pieces looked to be from the same bit of cloth.
The man's hair was entirely grey due to age, and his long mustache drooped on either side of his mouth.

The man bowed with all the expertise of a practiced showman, one arm over his chest and the other extended slightly behind and to his side to hold the cloak out a bit, thereby emphasizing its existence.

"Greetings travelers. Are you perhaps seeking Tobi VanHelsing? I can save you a great deal of time if this is indeed the case." His eyes fall upon you sword and his smile widens. "If he has once again sent out the call, great and terrible things are once again to be set in motion. Ah, but I am rambling. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Thom, Master Gleeman."