>>6002383Your name is Maile Cecil. Should your brother, Milo, fail to be freed from the trouble he’s found himself in this day, then you suppose that might make you the heir to House Cecil. Otherwise, you’re an aspiring historian and an apprentice scribe, an apprenticeship put briefly on hold by your current predicament.
Your hand finds the first object, and a small smile adorns your features, visible in the mirror from the corner of your eyesight…
>A pendant received from your brother many years ago. Contained within, a small photograph of the two of you mock-sparring. Even as mere children, you both had fleeting dreams of becoming valiant knights. [+10 DC in general speaking rolls against soldiers]>A ring adorned with a red ruby, the symbolic gem of House Cecil. A gift from your father on your sixteenth birthday, he wished you never to be meek and to understand the responsibility of noble virtue. [+10 DC in general speaking rolls against nobles]>A harmonica that’s beginning to rust. A failed courier’s delivery that wound up in the hands of your uncle Metzen. He could not find the original owner. It reminds you of the plight of your uncle’s order, the folk it serves. [+10 DC in general speaking rolls against commoners] 