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Deryl Laklan	News has spread in a particular region of the Hundred Kingdoms of a deathknight that caused trouble in one of the city states and was responsible for killing their patron god. However the chosen of death was put down by certain figures and even a so called "Exigent Of Diamonds" that was vital in defeating him before his plans can reach it's climax. There are some rumors the exigent resides in a new village in the Hundred Kingdoms made up of refugees from Thorns and protected by strange soldiers. By the river near the village, Deryl walks alone away from his men and the people he protects with responsibility as he ponders on his unexpected fame. "Diamond Devil Prince Of extremely long titles. Can't they come up with a shorter and decent moniker?" He says while eating bread spiced with maleb, a spice famously used in old Thorns made from ground cherry seeds alongside with wine. He sits in the riverbank contemplating with his adamant daiklave besides him.
Raullaur	Raul has heard of the recent fighting, and results, as rumors flow up and down the large rivers. And so he's set out himself farther to the East. And, eventually, finds his way to the refugee camp that is rapidly turning into a full settlement. Coming alone, a single beastman, completely unarmed and unarmored...either a fool, or powerful enough to stay unharmed. Walking along the paths, he doesn't make too much noise, but isn't silent, as he approaches the figure on the riverbank. "Are you their protector? Because they asked me, very nicely, to come and find you," Raul says. The deep bass rubmling purr sounds rather amused.
Deryl Laklan	"Oh they must need me for something." Deryl looks behind to see who it is and baffled to see it being a beastman but he doesn't mind at all. He himself has some mutations such as reptilian eyes with crystalline colors as if it's a gem. "Hmm a stranger? What brings you here to this random patch of the Hundred Kingdoms?" Deryl doesn't get visitors that often but as news break out, he should have expected some curious onlookers as he defeated one of the rumored chosen of the Mask Of Winters. "I am Deryl Laklan, exigent of diamonds"
Raullaur	"They worried about me being there, I think, so wanted to make sure you knew I was here," the lion says. "Raullaur," his voice almost growling his name. "Raul, for short. As for what brings me here, well...Great Forks wants to know more about what happened, and so I got sent. I have experience with fights, skirmishes, battles, and war. And I've taken a Second Breath myself, so..." He chuffs slightly, amused. "So, some of the rumors, a lot of the rumors, are fantastic. So of course I want to know what really happened, but..." He shrugs, "That would be rude to come here and just start telling you to do things. So...why are you at the river, if you don't mind?"
Deryl Laklan	"You're an exigent yourself and from Great Forks? I've only heard about the city from other refugees" He wonders why the city of the little gods would be so interested in some random chosen in the Hundred Kingdoms. "I'm here mostly to spend some alone time and thinking about some stuff. Before my second breath, I was just some randon sellsword to some bratty dynast and to think I myself became chosen thanks to circumstances" He sighs as he gets up and picks up his daiklave. "For what really happened, it's a very long and complicated story. I was involved in the city of Iron Simhata since a nearby town hired me to investigate a string of suicides and a deathknight sighting."