(Post here first!) The Main Gatehouse

Rilae approaches the gates seeing the guards. "Hello, I come to offer my services as a Scout to the Kingdom of Medan. I assure you my skills would be an asset to this fine kingdom." I say leaning to one side. Not having put down the hood of my cloak I just look at the guards waiting for approval. My blonde hair falling across my face.

Jun looked around, examining the layout of the drawbridge and gatehouse structure. She was nervous, and hoped the guards wouldn't notice her hesitation as she slowly made her way towards the entrance to the castle. "Ok, I'm ready for this. It's fine. Argh, of all the things my dad taught me why wasn't one of them how to do job interviews?! Ok. Just gotta be confident." As she made her way to the front gate she became aware of how bulky her equipment felt under her cloak. She thought to herself that cloaked figures were supposed to look mysterious and cool, but instead she felt like a big child. She wondered if grandma ever had to do stuff like this.

Finally she worked up the courage to stop muttering to herself and instead direct more audible mutterings at another human being.

"Hi, umm, my name is Jun from the Celadine clan... I um, you guys need mages right?"

"Well, that was easy," Jun thought to herself, almost forgetting to answer the question. "Oh, well, when I was little my grandmother taught me as many spells as she could. I'm pretty good with flames, a little lightning, some shadows. I'm still working on teleporting. I once ended up stuck inside a tree. Don't ask how I survived. I can heal a bit. My time magic needs work. My dad used to make fun of me by slowing down his voice because you see once when I had a crush on this guy in our clan and... you probably don't wanna hear that story." She said this all very, very quickly. "Let's just say I'm good enough so that I'm not scared of most people or any animal smaller than a mammoth... well, not that I would ever intentionally hurt a mammoth, I mean, I love animals..."

"Will do. It was nice to meet you!" Jun happily strolled on through, giving a little wave to the friendly guard.

<Exit to The King's Tankard>

The guard stood up a little straighter and said, "You'll want to go to the chamber of Arcane inquisition then." Indeed, the guard looked at him with a funny glance, but it wasn't really any concern of his how a mage was supposed to look, so long as he knew the man was a mage. The fact that he saw the pristine looking staff was good enough for him to believe the man. "You'll want to speak with a man named Asim. He's the one looking for mages."

Myrach forced the body forward against its natural inclinations. The young magician Myrach inhabited was worse for wear by some degrees; the fanciful cloak of crimson hid the damage from prying eyes, but to anyone this ragged mudstained vagabond was in need of some sort of care.

"H- hello. I am here to.. I want to help." Language was not a strong suit, but Ylfe had been a charismatic sort in its previous life. Now, as Myrach's host, Ylfe's facility with tongues compensated for the parasite's inabilities. Now.. to convey just enough dazed misery to convince the guards of his plight.

"Waylaid.. on the road. But that is past. They are taken care of, and I am here now."

Myrach had puppeteered the staggering wizard, it was true, to the campfire of the thieves - and there had reveled in their fear and disbelief, sweet new sensations. The mage's body, too, was a channel for some puissance; the rogues had little option but to surrender, and he had laid a geas upon them. "Hereafter any thing you take by force from another - be it coin, blood, or life, be they friend or foe, be it soon or on the eve of your burial - will wither you, and your quaking spectre will return to my judgment."

Reinforced by Myrach's power, the mage's lips spilled truth and the thieves bodies were limned with terrible light. They had fled into the night.

Myrach was a compassionate thing, after a fashion; it did not truly understand fair, or right, but it understood vengeance.

But now he could no longer operate his host without some maintenance. And thus.. the wizard's mission.

"Yes. Don't look at me.. so. I am hurt, yes. I am.. here for help. To help, too."

Myrach allowed the mage to sink to one knee, and waited.

Good. The mage's hand twitched up and took the potion. After a brief struggle with the stopper involving a whole hand and maimed one, it was consumed.

"Thank you."

The eyes were brighter, now, and the slowly-knitting flesh more responsive. Looking less like a poorly-strung marionette and more like a person exercising their own free will, Myrach bade his puppet stand and nod towards the guard. Niceties were still new - the nod was a huge gesture, almost as though emphasizing an in-joke to a child. Noting the guard's slight hesitation, Myrach spoke through its vessel once again.

"Who do I speak to, if I am to offer my services? I know the craft, and was trained by Molien ere her end at Beggar's Ford." Molien, who had gained some small fame as the "Mad Wanderer", had settled down after all and turned out to be quite sane, teaching on the outskirts of empire and kingdom alike for a time before riding off at the head of a ragged company to stave off some world-shaking disaster. Ylfe had nearly been one of their number, avoiding that likely death by being waylaid, escaping too late to join the final charge against the upstart entity that called itself the Swollen King. It had come sudden out of the wilds, leading strange and aberrant dead and aspiring to godhood  - but if it were a king or god is unknown; Molien and her host were successful in destroying the monster, and ending its rampage before it had truly begun. The ford was avoided, now, by necessity - the magics were too unstable, and strange things happened near the area now.

Things like Myrach. "I would like the opportunity to help, now that my master has passed on. There is much to be done, and much left for me to learn."

The man with red-hair and peculiar dress made his way to up to the guards who stood by the gate of Castle Medan. "Greetings," he told them, wasting no time in beginning, "I am a foreign dignitary from a land known to our people as Katashima. My humble Queen has sent me with a letter of introduction and requests that I meet with your leader on her behalf in the name of future friendship."

He bowed deeply, with a nice smile painted on. It was all fake, but what had suddenly become a serious mission required his greatest acting skills.

Eventually Puck would get bored of the castle and exit through the main gate. First though he would play with the guards for a bit. Flying up behind them Puck shouted, "Inspection!" Then hid behind a pillar.