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[color=gold][h2]Terminus Valarien[/h2][/color][b]13th of Gerna | 1200 AU
Valarien Estate, Lalrial[/b]

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	[quote]"Forgive me, sir, for bothering you, but might you be Terminus Valarien? My father, Matthias Soleander, spoke well of you. Had such a man spoken to my father in such terms, he would have been banished to the wilderness.”[/quote]
	Matthias Soleander was a name Terminus Valarien had not heard in a long time.

	But it wasn’t exactly a name he was particular fond towards given the shared experience Terminus and Matthias had back in that cold winter ago. He may have been young at the time, and was most certainly overeager, but the lack of clout and respect that was given to him by Matthias Soleander when he stepped into the Sonveld was something he most definitely had not forgotten. For someone who thought they were [i]above[/i] the church— above [i]Kammeth[/i] to tell him to leave and to tell him that his mission was not just had caused a near incident in the halls of Matthias’ own castle. Terminus remembered how young he was as the “Lord” tried to make him back down with veiled threats, bold presumptions, and disrespectful assertions— but then again, Terminus had only been fifteen years past his nameday at the time and had a hunger in his stomach with fangs to match so it wasn’t like he had went into the situation with political caution and the respect he should have. He had grown a lot in his time since then and if Matthias could look back and see him favorably he could at least offer the same olive branch to Matthias’ son. There was no reason not to; there was a time for zealous fervor and this was not one of them.

	“I am.” Terminus replied as he looked back over to the old relic who had dared think age equated to universal respect.

	There were a lot of things said about those from the islands that were scattered beneath the imperial heartlands, but very few of them were worth anything of note. Terminus viewed House Chalarensis as little more than arrogant bottom feeders that held no purpose to the realm but be a nice distraction for islandic vilespawn and lowly pirates— they brought little respect, honor, or integrity to the table and they lacked any resources that made them worthwhile. In many ways it was like a mangy mutt you kept around to feed and care for because of an aged old promise. In his darkest moments he often prayed that there would be a heresy revealed in the islands so he could personally bring Valarien justice to them to remind them of how far in the dirt they really were.

	“Helstar will judge him in due time; that much I am sure.” He replied before taking another drink from the goblet before looking back to the person who was addressing him. 

	“My deepest condolences to your house for what had happened to your father. I was not aware he thought very much of me considering… our past together— we had not spoken in many years.”

	A crowd began to form, one Terminus noticed as he heard the announcement that introduced the presence of his brother and cousin to the party. A light smirk came to his face as he saw the “show” that came with such an entry, but also seemed a bit conflicted at his cousin’s [i]audacity[/i]. Arrogance was a pitfall of sin and there seemed to be an abundance of it on disaply— perhaps he would have to have words with them had an explanation not properly given; but he would not do it here in front of others. He took another drink from his goblet, running it dry, as he continued thinking about events that were going on at this party as he awaited a reply.

	“He was a man of conviction.”