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Scipio flicked through the pages of the book, his lips moving slightly with his thoughts. He knew every line of the book by now, it was a very interesting folklore tale. He noticed the cover of Ethel's book, and knew it was a milder tale than his. The books that he read were far from bedtime...

Scipio looked about the massive archive of literature like a child in a candy store. Looking to one of the windows, he saw a familiar title written in bold. "The Paladin Prophecy", it was one of his favorites in the fiction department. Walking towards it, he likes how the echoing footsteps were...

As Ethel led them to the library, Scipio was still obsessed with the interior design. The maids gave a curtsy as they passed, although Scipio didn't notice. After daydreaming a bit, he was faced with two doors. He assumed, of course, this was the library that they led him to. Opening the doors...

Scipio watches the duel, and picks up his sword at the break. He noticed a beautifully vulnerable wound on the dragon, and he could reach it easily. He dashed out of the cave, the dragons weren't facing toward it. His aches didn't hinder him much as he jumped and sunk the bronze blade through...

Scipio did not require a second instruction, he grabbed his sword and moved into the back of the cave out of the fires light. He suspected a bandit... but Dagger acted otherwise.

Scipio stares outside the entrance with his sword at ready. The storm raged until it was almost deafeningly loud, and lightning flashed brightly in the night. Scipio remained awake, but decided the cave was not possible to access during such a storm anyways. Standing up, he carefully walks over...

Scipio shook his head a bit. "I will stand guard. I... have a bit to think about anyways." He says as he stands up and moves to the entrance. He didn't trust having someone else guard him anymore regardless, especially not after having a bounty on his neck.

Scipio lays next to the fire, the stone floor was at least warm enough to rest on. The rain started to pour slowly, but increasingly it sped up. He closed his eyes and kept his scarf over his mouth and nose. His body ached from his injury, who knows what it damaged when the brute struck his...

Scipio stares emptily at the fire, his face void of any blatant emotion. "I said that I am fine." He says after a minute of silence. His mind was numbed, although he vividly remembered his wife. She was the only thing he cared about, his only reason to live. He didn't have her anymore, and he...

They managed to walk another hour without trouble. The sky started to fill with dark grey clouds, a storm was brewing. Spotting a small cave with a slight elevation from the ground, he heads toward it. "We won't last long in a storm. We need our rest if we want to cover the rest of the...

Scipio finds little of importance besides meager change and another bounty notice. Managing to get to his feet, he walks forward past the bodies. They still had much to do. "Keep walking. We have much more land to cover." He says in a more serious tone than usual. The ambush proved they were in...

Scipio gasps for a couple more minutes, unable to speak. Finally he recovers from the bludgeoning, "I am... just fine." He says in a pained voice, his breathing was still not consistent. Barely capable of standing up, he decides to stay grounded and search the bandits. With any luck, they would...

Scipio let out a slight chuckle at her enthusiasm. Standing up from his chair, he walks over to help the sisters up. "I am afraid I don't remember every turn." He says, implying that he would rather have one of them lead. As he saw Ethel smile, he had a subtle grin stuck on his face. He...

Seeing that Marisa was finished eating, he decided it was time they could relax. "I am intrigued by the library, would you two like to join me?" He offers as he arches an eyebrow towards the two. The library would be a blissful place to relax at, hopefully he learned a bit more about this...

Scipio nodded his head thoughtfully as he imagined the library. "Do you happen to have much folklore?" He asks as he looks around the dining hall once more. He couldn't help but admire the beauty of the place, it was fairly quaint. When Marisa was finished eating, he would offer to go to the...

Scipio arches his eyebrows at the response. As they normally are? The king and queen normally are absent? He doesn't think about it too much, and continues eating. His gaze returned to the food. "How grand is the library? If it is at all correlated to this dining hall, it must be impressive."...

"All is well, good evening to you." Scipio says as he begins to eat, the food tasted good. There wasn't much meat compared to his home, but the feast was more than the three could possibly eat. He didn't realize how ravenous he really was until his grogginess faded away. He snacked on the...

"I heard..." Scipio says and manages eye contact with her. "I am a scholar, actually. I specialize in politics and history, although my free time is reading fiction." He says, feeling it was his turn. After saying it he started to regret it. Who would be impressed by a scholar? He asked himself...

"Very nice... I am afraid the groggy feeling hasn't been fully shaken off yet." Scipio states with a chuckle. Marisa... she was the younger sister of Ethel, and it showed. Oddly enough she acted more reserved than Ethel did at the meeting, although it wasn't too surprising. He was betrothed to...

Scipio was staring at a sculpture perched on the archways when his focus was snapped by her approach. "Good evening, Madam." He says in a raspier voice than their first meeting. He clears his throat afterwards and puts on a brief smile, his grogginess started to wear off slowly. It slowly crept...