[Valan Quinn]

A sister. Up until now, Valan was an only child, but he had always wondered what it would be like to have a brother or a sister: someone to have secrets with, or play with, or fight with. However, it seemed that they would be doing more fighting than anything. “You know what, Elmaryia- or whatever your name is? I don’t think I like your attitude.” He spoke, while drunkenly waving his finger at her. “I’ve only known you for a few seconds and you’ve already called me an idiot, a drunkard, a lout, dim witted, and probably somethin’ else that I can’t remember.” He took the letter that he had in his hand, crumpled it up even further, if that was possible, and threw it into his bag.

“I’ve come all the way from Paxia to chase down this rumor of your existence. And by Ioannes, I must’ve angered the gods ‘cause they dropped you right in my lap!” He stopped for a moment. Though drunk, he realized that was getting a bit out a hand, and took a deep breath. He started to smile again.

“But anyways, dear sister,” he began, while draping his arm around her shoulders, leaning with a considerable amount of weight. “I’ve had such a long journey, and I’m oh so tired. I think I’ll take you up on that offer to stay at your place. I don’t have anywhere else to go, you see.” He gave a long, exaggerated yawn. “Well, lead the way, sis. I’m afraid if we linger here, the guards may be upset that I’ve been drinking.” He chuckled.