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"Alright," Eric began "well, Octavia, It was several years ago... The daughter and eldest child of King Mathers of Creylend, Elisia Carting, heir to the Crelish throne, fell deathly ill without warning... nothing that any of the local Apothecary's in the area attempted was able to stem the malady... and so King Mathers sent out a royal decree, any healer who could restore his daughter's health would be rewarded with their weight in Gold and Mythril... my mentor heard of the offer... and so she and I set out to the Hgigasa Highlands..." He pushed off the ledge, landing on the street below beside Octavia, rolling upon landing. he walked up beside the young women, shoulder to shoulder, facing the building behind her as he continued speaking. "We determined... that Foul Magick was involved..." he said solemnly "My mentor... attempted to break the hex she had discovered over her... but... who ever the whore son is who created it made it with a trap in mind for those who tampered with it... my mentor... lost her life." a single tear fell unseen down his cheek, he brought up his hand, wiping it away quickly... he had mourned enough already.
"But before the trap killed her, she managed to undo the workings enough to where all that was needed was for someone to finish the job... I did so... long story short, Princess Elisia was cured of her dire ailment... and I was rewarded with my weight in precious metal...." he paused, turning to look Octavia in the eye, his own were darkened and stormy as if with regret and some other dark emotion. "I did not deserve a place in the guild... to be truthful, I still do not. I was only recognized in the first place for an accomplishment that rightfully belonged to my mentor... without her having weakened it, I never would've succeeded in removing that bit of black magick..." just then the scent of wild Mint and Sage wafted through the night air. Eric looked around, recognizing the scent partially from his training as an Apothecary, but mostly from past memories "That... that smell..." he began unsteadily "But... how? it is impossible for either to grow this high up in altitude... in this thin of an atmosphere..."
a voice called out just then, "Very good, Eric." it said simply. Eric snapped his attention to the source of it, seeing an elderly woman sitting in a wooden chair on a roof top patio of a nearby home. she looked down at him and Octavia on the street below, smiling warmly as she continued.
"But I must make one thing clear, I am very much still alive."
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Aaron turned and answered Milly at a normal volume "You should really calm down," he said "he meant no implication." up on the roof top, Deric shifted a little where he stood, obviously a bit sheepish at how the young woman below had taken his jest just now "Forgive me, Miss," he began, the apology genuine "It was meant only as a jest... Aaron is like a... younger brother to me." he looked down at the two on the street, his face a little red, though in the night air, it would be impossible to see from where Aaron and Milly were "Though, either way, such was highly inappropriate on my part to say something of such suggestions... and so I offer my deepest apologies if you took any offense at all to it" he gave an ever so slight bow, inclining his head and shoulders. Decate stepped forward a bit and whispered to him as he too peered down at Aaron and Amelia. "Ever the White Knight, Aren't you, Deric?" he said jokingly, a slight smirk appearing on his face as he spoke. Deric raised his shoulders out of the bowing motion, whispering in response to the comment yet not looking at Decate as he spoke. "Decate, old friend..." he began
"the five of us have no past. we are simply servants of the Carraway household now... and nothing more."
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after a short stroll through the corridor, the two men finally arrived at the large, wooden door at the other end. Marculo produced a key, sticking it into the knob and turning the handle, only for the door to make a rattling noise and refuse to open as he tried to push in on it. he tried again, looking down at the key as he pushed his shoulder against the wood of the door. "How strange," he began, unsure as to what was wrong with the lock "I'm quite certain this was the correct key..."
((Kenny, it should be simple enough to figure out a way how to get the door open...))