[H2][color=#9cb6c3][right]Solomon Sparrow[/right][/color][/H2]
[right][b][color=#9cb6c3]Location: [/color][/b] Rascade, Kindeance [/right]
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	Solomon wandered next to the lying corpse upon the ground. He looked down on the Gerralt. Beyond just the physical pain he was forced to endure in silence, he was also in emotional turmoil. Everything was taken from him, and now he was crudely resurrected to experience it again. He was to fully know the consequences his departure had brought. This would have killed lesser men, and here Gerralt lay, his psyche broken. Solomon knelt down, slowly until he was almost face to face with the animated corpse.

	“No more hostility. This is your bed. This is only a fraction of the anguish you have dealt yourself. Never you mind what comes next. You are the king’s prisoner, and you will comply.”

	Solomon stood back up, and faced the others. He stepped around Gerralt’s body to where the apothecary was leaning against the table. Blood had soaked his tunic around his shoulder, the pencil lay across the room, being tossed after Gerralt’s sudden attack.

	“Let me see. I should mend this before you get an infection.” said Solomon. He reached beneath is cloak and removed his satchel. With fresh bandages and a bottle of antiseptic, Solomon cleaned Roland up, and wrapped the wound. Thankfully, it wasn’t too deep, but would be tender for a little while as it healed. In the mean time, the others went to take care of Gerralt. He remained motionless on the ground, with only the most minimal evidence he was animated to begin with.

	“I can see myself back to my room.” said Solomon, as he was stowing his supplies away. “I have gathered what I need. I am appreciative of the opportunity. Solomon opened the heavy door and ascended the stairs. The night was aging, and morning was only a couple hours away. Solomon had a few more reservations he had to go through before meeting the King.

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	Come morning, Solomon was chatting with Petra. She was equal parts intrigued and appalled by the events that occurred just hours before. She even went so far as to chastise him as a hypocrite. Solomon took it in stride, explained his reasons once more and left it at that. Solomon’s goals were not going to be an easy one. Though he would do everything in his power to prevent needless harm or suffering, sometimes the end justifies the means. Had he been successful, Solomon would have intended Gerralt join him and his allies within the new world where true resurrection and immortality could exist. Instead, Kindeance law had other plans.

	Solomon went with the others farther back towards the west wing. He didn’t think they would be led to the sight of Gerralt, and was partially relieved when they passed by the hall that split off down a path leading to the basement. He still did not want Cedar to see what had happened there, for Cedar’s sake. Instead, they went farther into another secluded part of the castle. Solomon supposed that their involvement with the prince’s return is still meant to be kept from the people of Rascade. Which made sense, his absence was never meant to be know, so his rescuers would have to go on into obscurity in the eyes of the public.

	He couldn’t say he was surprised the King wasn’t present. If not being celebrating his reunion with his son, he was at least involved with furthering his plan of Kindeance security. He could tell from the distance of his tailing shadows that the prince was also nowhere near the west wing. Solomon closed his eyes, with a slight smile as he listened to the rest of the chamberlain’s instruction. A horse would certainly speed up his travels. And the reward within the boxes were sure not to be small either. Any common man with the skill and opportunity to embark this quest would be happy with the reward.

	“I thank you.” said Solomon, “It was both an honor and enlightening to have been requested to aide the king. If I may, I’ll take my leave. There is a matter I wish to check up on.” Solomon turned and left the room. A banquet tonight sounded nice, but there was another event coming, soon to be announced. He needed to be present in one form or another for its conclusion.