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Aelia Theroux

She liked this man. He was kind and less... rough than the other soldiers she encountered, not to mention he smelled much better. Aelia listened to what he said, noticing that his tone of voice became one that was less solemn once he spoke about his home. That was right... that was where the revolution was. The soldier, Jix, must have been concerned over the well-being of his family. War was a cruel thing; it didn't discriminate when it came to impacting the people of the world. 

It was better not to continue speaking about the countryside and further upset the poor man. Though, after a few moments of silence, Jix's cheery expression returned as he spoke about his family and brother, who was about to turn fifteen. The mention of having a younger brother brought her mind back to the times when Anders was still alive. The shadow of a frown crossed her mouth, but she forced the corners of her lips to turn upwards before the man could notice.

"You must be looking forward to seeing him again," she said simply as she guided the horse out of the tent. There appeared to be a ruckus nearby, and she caught sight of a small gathering of volunteers. Was there an argument already? An exasperated sigh came forth from her lips, and she rubbed the ridge of her nose in frustration. "Are they already butting heads?"

[@Solace]

Royce Synnott

The sound of voices became more prominent as he continued through the dusty, flat land. The smell of burning wood and smoke filled the air, signalling that he had come close to a camp. The shadows of tents could be seen from his position, and Royce decided to continue keeping his distance. He wasn't sure if the ones who made the camp were well-equipped bandits or the volunteers he had heard so much about. He could be striding straight into a lion's den or into safety. 

Royce's stomach grumbled loudly at the thought of having someplace safe to stay. If he was safe, then there would be food. And he was starving. He wasn't going to take a chance and wander off in search of another camp. The fragile-looking man ran a hand through his hair and approached the camp, his amber-colored eyes blinking as they adjusted to the light. 

"Greetings!" the thief's voice was upbeat as he approached the squabbling group of men and women. "I do not mean to cause you any harm. Is this the group of volunteers that everyone has been chattering about?"
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