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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: Evening 
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: Pinebrook
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: Dr. John [@Conscripts]
[color=f26522]Mentions in order[/color]: Riona [@JJ Doe]
[color=f26522]outfit:[/color] white long sleeve shirt with dark green vest, silver pocket watch, brown comfortable pants, leather boots. left arm in a white sling, dark brown leather duster and wide brim black hat for wet weather.[/center]
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Roman was quiet for the carriage ride to Pinebrook. His mind lost in thought while he watched the world go by outside. Going over the meeting with his people just before and all the pieces moving across the board, hiring Riona, sharing intelligence, and information and the report of some kind of assault on John Williamson. He knew what he had to do and he would see it done one step at a time.

The next step was to find either John or Riona. He needed to talk to john to confirm the reports he was given about their involvement the other night and get their stories straight. Then talk to Riona to see if she remembered anything from what he requested of her. The news of his impending trial was surprising. If anything, the king jumped the gun so to say, giving them time to get there information straight before questioning them. Maybe he saw it as a gift or mercy of some kind, this was something he would have to think about later. 

What was strange was the reported severity of the injury to the guard that he assaulted. The reports he was given said the mans armor took the brunt of the attack and his injuries were light. Yet, they said the man’s injuries were significant enough to have a formal trial. Roman smelled foul play of some sort, character assassination was still an attack even if it was a subtle one. He knew the crown here wouldn’t outright come after him due to his families high standing with his own crown.

 A benefit few truly new as to why but rumors circulated around the stronger Varian noble houses as to why the smaller Ravenwood house had such a high standing with the royal family. Rumors he did not care to think about currently. All the rumors did was make some of the other Noble houses wary of them. He didn’t blame them, there was good reason as to why many high-ranking military personnel where from his family. Fewer still knew why he was not among them being the oldest and heir to the family name.

What seemed like barley any time at all the carriage started to slow and his driver knocked on the wood to let him know they had arrived at Pinebrook. He glanced at his arm and frowned, it was still painful to move but with the help of his shaman and what Riona did it will be able to be used again soon. Until then it would remain in the sling hidden under his coat. At least it was a good spot to hide a blade if he needed it. 

He didn’t fail to notice a few others looking at him a bit longer than the other occupants as he stepped out, plain clothes guards perhaps. He wasn’t going to disappear; it would be easy but out of character for Roman Ravenwood to try and run from the upcoming trial. However, he did spot one other man a little ways Infront of him, Dr. john just the man he was looking for.

Roman nodded towards the camp hosts and returned their smile as he approached his friend. Greeting the man with a simple nod and a smile. “[color=f26522]Good evening, Doctor. Do you have the time for a private word?[/color]” stretching out his good right hand away from the rest of the departing nobles and their entourages. His voice lowering to a whisper for a moment, “[color=f26522][i]I would like to know your recollection of events during the ritual.[/i][/color]” He was sure that they both knew that he wasn’t asking the man to step away with him given their history. John was one of the few people here that had a grasp of who Roman really was.