OOC Minecraft Username: ComradeYuta Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes (Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Ccarkuss — In-Character Read the following prompt: The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands. “Nervous?” You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes. “I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in. “Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?” How do you respond (in character)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium.) — An initial hum escaped in subconscious recognition; a slow-coming actualization characterized by the widening of his eye. A thin smile put itself over the Servant's face, eye regarding the woman twice-over before speaking. "Nervous?" An unmistakable voice. Smooth, with the refined levity of an upperclassman. Quick, yet every word distinct. Clear. "No, no, I'd not think so." Proper. Every aspect of the man held itself to a higher, near perfect standard. Back straight. Shoulders pinned. Chin high. "Excited, maybe so. I'd not the time to ask of myself, yet," Forefinger fished a chain from his pocket, tethered along to a golden-cased pocketwatch. The face opened with a metallic 'Click', a ticking metronome cutting through the wagon. "- Yes," Self-speak, the vocal answer to some unspoken thought. "Why've I come? I've a friend, you see; acquaintance, maybe more-so given the time since we'd spoken, but she'd written me recently. She'd said she'd needed some help settling proper.-- Whatever that means. I've faith your assumptions are as credible as my own. But, truth have it, I'd simply nothing better for offer. I'd been working in the South for some time, you see,-- No, I am no explorer. No; far from, I'd say that title is far too grand. I'd simply found myself more adjusted to boat life than not. A floater, if you will," A grin crept at the corners of his mouth. "-- Regardless," Palm cut through the air, cutting himself short. "Our ocean-sports led to little more than mapping more water, so we'd landed and I'd nothing more to busy myself with. I'd thought it worth my time to see the Wall again. I'd spent some years with a jack, you see; a fine man, through-and-through, but it been some time since I'd returned--" Shoulder bobbed in a shrug. "-- In any way,-- Yes, why I'd come-- I'd gotten the letter not long after I'd arrived, but I'd not planned to stay too long anyhow. Ful's a busy man, anyhow; aged, too, if I may be so impolite to say. I'd not wished to strain him for too terribly long. Yes; after I'd gotten the letter, I'd found it well within my schedule to come visit, even if only to continue a path of catch-up. She's an Arsa, you see.-- You may even know her, if she's maintained her openness through the time.--" Eye glanced back down to the watch that lay in his palm. A quick breath of shock passed, followed close thereafter by a laugh, "My,"   "I'd spoken too much, haven't I?" — Character Name: Benjamin Wulfmacht Character Race: Human Character Age: 27 Brief Physical Description: Blond hair and a pale blue eye, the left side of his face marred and scarred over. Fair-skinned with a waning figure, visibly having only just left its prime.