Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Dadarmora looked at the girl. She seemed so... helpless. How could Namesiwa say she was the future. Even so, Dadramora had a feeling he should trust the man. "Tell me Cecilia. would you like me to look after you in Namesiwa's stead?"
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
"Yes, if I can teach you whatever you were learning from Namesiwa. And as an adoptive parent, if you would like me to. I am very able to protect little ones." (in case you're like, wtf, Dadramora has a soft spot for orphans after losing his parents when he was twenty, or about the equivalent of thirteen until he hit maturity and started aging like a dragoon)
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Xeon had been looking for the young girl and many citizens had said they saw a girl that fit her description go into the meadow. As Xeon searched the area, he had just about given up when he saw the girl. "Cecilia!" he called kindly and waved to her as he approached.
Dadramora immediately felt sorry for the girl. She deserved a better brother, but he didn't let that emotion show as he patted her head. "Well, tell me where you left off with him and maybe I could help." Then he heard a call, saw Xeon and immediately stepped in front of the girl in a protective manner. "What do you want?" Dadramora asked, venom dripping from his voice.
If what'cha see is what'cha get, why can't ya judge a book by its cover?
Xeon only smiled in return, "I am here to see little miss Cecilia, haven't seen her since she left Paineston. Cecilia, is this your body guard?" he asked the girl.