Sightles

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"One instance doesn't make a record, Wallace. I'm horrified that a man so based on conjecture and willing to accuse anyone of a crime is our acting regent." Jason replied, narrowing his eyes as he did so, "If I wanted kill Sir Redwyne, I wouldn't of done it with a snake." Jason added, as he brought his hands to his temples and rubbed them slightly. Jason once again had a pounding headache, something that had been plaguing him for years. He would have to visit the sweat houses again, "The ledger states the snake is from Lyok, that's where it's was sent from. Once the wooden box is opened, it can't be closed, from what I've seen. It's a precise contraption. The snake obviously didn't die for whatever reason it might be." Jason stated, as he continued to rub his temples, "If you're looking for something hidden here, there isn't. All that's here is a old man hiding a secret pleasure, which happened to backfire on him. It's all written in the ledgers." Jason added, pointing at the sheafs of papers.

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"I have no idea how the snakes survive the shipping conditions, Wallace." Jason replied, with a tone that suggested he was fed up with the dumb questions, "You wanna know why I allowed it? Once the first one arrived, I took it straight to Sir Redwyne and asked him what it was. He explained it, and asked me to keep the secret in good faith. So, whenever I found a package that contained a small wooden container, that was addressed to Redwyne, I let it pass." Jason explained, placing his hand under his chin, clearly wanting the investigation to end, "I'm the postmaster, Canti. Not the answer to every question you have." Jason pointed out with his other hand, indicating to all the letters and ledgers neatly stacked, "I'm a librarian, not a schemer."

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Hoyt frowned, as if disappointed with Wallace, before standing and riffling through another desk that sat beside him, "I handled Sir Redwyne's package personally, and knew a snake was inside it." Jason revealed, allowing the room to feel with whatever emotion came next, "And then I handed it off to Sir Walden, who made sure it made it's way to Sir Redwyne." Jason explained, before pulling out multiple ledgers, and handing them towards Wallace, "The knight in shining armor had developed a taste for snakes, it seems, because this wasn't the first one he ordered." Jason further went on. The ledgers detailed the purchase and deliverance of nearly 20 snakes that had been sent to Sir Redwyne's office, "A taste he no doubt picked up from his extensive time spent in Lyok. It appears this snake happened to arrive alive, rather than dead, this time." Jason stated, matter of a factually, before calmly taking his seat.

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Hoyt didn't look particularly intimidating to Harker as much as he looked like an unfed stray dog

Man, Gareth lays down the law

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"I'm sure you would like to ask me a few questions, Wallace." Jason replied, setting down his quill, but not turning his head to look at his new guests, nor was he indicating them to come inside the study, "I see you brought a friend with you. Hired muscle to make sure I cooperate?" Jason mused, as he cocked his head to the side, to see Wallace and Gareth. Jason scanned over the two of them for a moment, putting more attention on Gareth than Wallace, considering he had never seen Gareth before, "Or just a small boy playing solider?" Jason's word held no contempt, or even venom. It was much like he was simply stating a fact. The man brushed his stringy hair out of his face, while staring down Gareth, after another moment, he turned back towards Wallace.

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

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Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

Name: Louis 'Caesar' Clegg
Age: 20
Nationality: Dayamans
Race(s): Dorthan

Background:
Biography: Louis grew up a poor boy in the region of Dayaman, often did odd jobs for money. Louis' mother died during childbirth, leaving only his father to raise him. Louis' father helped with the exportation of rare goods in the region, and as a result was not home often. Growing up, uneducated, Louis eventually made two friends. The three of them eventually hatched an adventurous plan, to pool their money together and buy a ship, which surprisingly worked out. The three of them now own a modest sailing vessel, among the smallest class of seaworthy ships with a broad beam and a shallow draft that suggests the ship's origin as a littoral vessel. It is liable to swamp in harsh waters but the wind is little threat to it, as it possesses only one sailing mast, and one head-mast. Its surfaces are mostly bare wood, with curing and treatment of the lumber spared where possible, creating interesting defects in the interior walls that they have either disguised with decoration or patched over to the best of their abilities. The ship bears no flag and its sails are stock white canvas, freshly acquired. The only armament aboard is a ballista mounted at the bow originally designed to project mooring ropes and rescue cables, although it could very easilly fire conventional bolts and now doubt the crew has lofty aspirations of bringing it up to the standards of true glory. Louis took up the persona of a young, firebrand captain, styling himself 'Caesar'. Young, fearless, and lacking in wit, Louis set sail with his two friends to find fame, power and wealth, at any cost.
Personality: Louis grew up always wanting for more than he had, looking at fancy houses, or huge ships, and wishing he owned said properties. This want set a fire deep inside the boy, who wanted nothing but to have his name sung and written in the annals of history. This fire leads Louis to be extremely determined and headstrong, leading to an air of bravado. This being said, Louis is just at good as making friends, as he is at making enemies, also having a knack for conducting a fistfight with a man, then turning around and sharing drinks with the same man.
Religion: Louis holds no Gods or religion. Growing up poor in Dayaman left Louis a very realistic young boy, experiencing the hardships of life young in his life, leaving often cynical when it came to affairs concerning Gods.

Appearance:
Clothing: Louis wears a loose fitting beige tunic, ragged and slightly torn, with one sleeve being completely ripped off, and the other ending right above the elbow. Louis' pants are made of the same material, and color, and end at the knees, also slightly torn. The item of worth is Louis' is a smoky grey naval pea coat, given to him by Rarden, which he almost always buttoned up. Louis also wears a very ragged tricone hat, made out of cow leather, and has obviously seen better years. The hat was a payment for an odd job he did as a kid, and he has worn it ever since that day. For shoes, Louis typically wears a type of moccasins, which fit tight and snugly.
Height: Louis stands at a height of 5'10''.
Weight: Louis weighs in at about 70kg, giving him a lean, but not particularly muscular build. Despite this, Louis manages to cut a handsome figure.
Hair: Louis' hair is so dark brown that it is often mistaken for black hair, and poofs out from his head, slightly.
Eyes: Louis has heterochromia, leading one eye to be a baby blue color, and the other one being a dark brown eye.
Tattoos/Markings: None.

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As the pair scoured the ways of the Tower of the Thistle, one door stood out. A door with a silver plated 'Sir Jason Hoyt' on it's wooden frame. The door was already open, and inside sat a neat study, fairly cramped, where one huge leather chair sat, and various neatly order piles of packages and letters were sat on a wooden desk. A man sat in the leather chair. He did not wear the armor of the normal member of the Order, but he did bear a white cloak, and a sword with a sheath similar to Gareth's sat besides the chair. The man in the chair was a lanky, and very pale man. The man wore loose fitting clothing and appeared to almost looked malnourished. Black hair hung from the man's head, long and stringy, definitely unkept. The man was busy with a quill and inkpot writing a letter, almost entirely engrossed in it.

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Thomas smiled as Feril revealed she was hiding nothing, "Very well, Feril. Thank you for your cooperation." Thomas said, as he turned and opened the door to the prison hallway. Thomas looked back at Feril before he exited, "We'll have to hold you here for a bit longer, before releasing you." Thomas said, now stepping into the hallway, locking the door behind him. It wasn't that he didn't believe Feril, but Thomas wanted to see who would miss Feril if she spent a few days locked up. She might not be willingly working with anyone, for now, but there would no doubt be someone attempting to use her. And if Thomas was wrong, she was just a courier.

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"I suppose there is a receipt of sorts that you carried along with you, correct?" Thomas asked, as he leaned forward from his rest on the wall, "One that identifies the recipient office in Lachne, and how much was paid to your bosses company?" Thomas added. If a receipt was present on Feril, this would make Thomas' job easier by quite a bit, The receipt would also possess the name of the person who wished the package to travel to Mullen, "I'm also going to need to ask you empty all your pockets, take off your shoes, empty your jacket, and any other places you might be able to hide an item." Thomas ordered, as he waited for Feril to begin. He was not about to make a woman strip to her undergarments, because he was too forgetful to search her, but he was prepared to take it that way if he thought she was trying to hide any item on her person.