Recent content by Quaestor Farrell Leguin

He wasn't sure what exactly Jerick had to doubt him about, but he nodded in some kind of attempt at appeasement to their guide. Jerick appeared to come to an adequate conclusion to the same effect and continued walking, Farrell following behind silently. When Castulo next spoke to him the boy...

Farrell was simply silent and shrugged, figuring he would let his incursion into this little project be as much a surprise to their co-conspirators as it was to him. (Sorry, is a bit short. Don't feel like I have anything to add in the moment is all!) Rogue Castulo Arnal

Farrell simply laughed dryly at the two of them. "You fellas sure are something. I would call you two a married couple, but it's worse." he stated with a smile. It was fun to see that his compatriots in this potentially deadly endeavor were as relaxed as one reasonably could be. The boy was also...

Farrell heard words and broke out of his worrying, realizing he had bumped into someone. When he looked up and saw who it was, his brain momentarily shut off. It blinked back on just as fast, but the sheer shock of what he had done still left traces of fear in his eye. Praetor Irene Savashal was...

Farrell sighed in relief at the fact that Jerick had at least slightly joined his side of things. It wasn't as though the boy failed to understand Castulo's concern, but his thought process was that if they were in any danger, this all felt like a nice little waste of time. He couldn't imagine...

The travel wasn't great. They were supposed to be sneaky, but given that those who would care would only be from Vestia, Farrell failed to understand why they had to refrain from horses. However, even considering that, the land of Campania was much more friendly to travel than that Alliria, or...

"Fine then. I know you're a bad influence, but fuck it. I'll take the bait." he replied to Castulo, wagering no more words were necessary to signal his agreement.

Alright, well that little laugh was a pretty good sign. Who would believe him anyway if he said he knew a contact to Campania’s most famous criminal? That was some childish fantasy right there. All in all, retreat was still an option. That was nice. However, the price listed by Castulo...

"If I say no...am I allowed to leave? I won't tell anyone about this or whatever. Not like anyone at the college is gonna mind much anyway, really." he asked, realizing this was his last opportunity to get off the speeding train and it would likely be prudent to take it. Just then he had a...

Farrell stood silent and watched whatever commotion had erupted lower down run it's course. The praetor that started was named...Sen-something. Well, whatever his name was, he was out of his league. Ruslan had spoken well and true, and choosing a time so awful to interrupt was simply a terrible...

Farrell sighed, unsure how his two new acquaintances had even managed to create a coherent plan to meet in the first place. Well, whatever, that was likely part of the charm of it all. The charm of two weirdos plotting to meet a local legend. “Doesn’t sound very concrete, but that’s not my...

Farrell simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Pushing your luck there, Castulo. He leaned back on the wall at hearing Jerick’s comment, anticipating quite a response. However, the more he listened in to their spat, the more worried he got. Jerick seemed to think he was somehow in on all...

Farrell nodded and took a seat, settling into the top balcony of the building in anticipation of Praetor Ruslan's heroic entreaty of all those brave enough to appear and form this day's council. As soon as the speech began, he knew he would not be disappointed. Though no priest and no desire to...

Farrell grinned as he watched Jerick stir further. "Thanks for the offer, I guess. However, I don't quite have the time off required to go kill a bunch of Vestia's upper crust." he remarked, eyes sparking with a bit of humor. Vestia was a strange place with rather barbaric customs, if word was...

"Thousand pardons for my insolence, oh criminal one." he responded with a wry little chuckle. Castulo was seemingly the type of guy who clearly gave zero concern to what others thought of him and though the boy could never envision himself being as carefree, there was certainly a sort of charm...