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  1. Simon would lower his head upon hearing of Valérie’s passing, a deep sorrow setting over him. He thought of Viola, of the quiet strength she carried, much like her mother. “Wherever you are, I hope it’s gentle. Good bye, Valérie.” He’d sit alone for a while.
  2. Simon stood in silence as the news reached him. Atticus, gone. Wilford, too. He thought of that kindness, the hand offered when he'd had nothing when he first came to Petra. He regretted not speaking to him more. A silence that would be like a shadow in the back of his mind. That night, he lit a candle and sat with the stillness, mourning a man he would never forget.
  3. Simon stood still, the weight of the moment pressing into his chest. He expected duty, formality, but what met him was something deeper. A quiet rightness. As Viola spoke her vow without tremble, Simon felt the final piece of himself fall into place. By love and law, he had become more. Chosen. Kin. His eyes met hers. If the stars fall tomorrow, he thought, let them find me hers.
  4. The candlelight flickered softly in the carved brass holder as the scent of oiled leather and dried herbs hung in the air, familiar comforts in the Winchester office room. Simon stood tall before the long oak table where maps and ledgers lay scattered. A sealed parchment rested at the center- heavy and cream colored. He ran a thumb across the red wax, then broke the seal in one swift, decisive motion. As he read, his brow furrowed- not in concern, but in the weight of understanding. The kind of expression that comes when a man sees the wheels of history turning and knows his hand is now on the spoke. He read each line slowly. A small smirk formed at the corner of his mouth at the line: “Honor weighs less than gold, but it cuts the same.” He mouthed the words again, almost tasting them. His hand instinctively moved to the edge of the table, where an old dagger rested—a relic from the early Winchester caravans. With a deep breath, he picked it up and pressed it into the wooden surface beside the parchment. “Then let it be so.” he said, his voice low but firm.
  5. With his fingertips tapping the table, Simon Winchester silently read the declaration. He sighed quietly and muttered, "How is the Church unable to understand?" He shook his head and took another look at the parchment. "They draw the line, then wonder why people push back."
  6. Across city walls and bustling marketplaces, neatly pinned parchments are displayed, their edges fluttering in the wind. The ink, bold and precise, calls out to both customers and laborers. The Winchester Company Est: Year 222 of the second age. Honestus Commercium, Perpetuus Legatum A Legacy of Trade, Growth, and Opportunity. Introduction To the merchants, traders, and ambitious entrepreneurs of Aevos — The Winchester Company extends its hand in commerce and camaraderie. What began as a humble endeavor is still in its early days, built upon hard work, trust, and the unyielding spirit of dedicated merchants. We are merchants of the finest horses and herbs, offering quality stock at fair prices, welcoming both customers and fellow traders into our fold. Whether you seek a reliable steed or the rarest herbs, the Winchester name ensures honesty in every deal and prosperity in every trade. The Story Born of hardship, the Winchesters hail from the rugged North, where survival was earned. Separated during the defense of their village, Simon Winchester ventured south, seeking his lost brother, Reynevan Winchester, who had found his path in Petra. Reunited and determined to forge a better life, they took to trade—first in ores, then in wild horses, and soon in the most sought-after herbs of the land. Their early success brought more family to Petra: Zane Winchester, a supplier and keen-eyed merchant, and Damon Winchester, who worked to expand the company’s reach and recognition. Together, they expanded their humble stall into a small but growing trade, laying the foundation for The Winchester Company as it stands today. What We Offer - Horses – Strong, reliable, and well-bred. Available at affordable prices. - Herbs – Sold regularly at our shop, with bulk orders available upon request. Notice: Bulk herbs come at a much lower price. We stock every herb in Aevos. - More to Come – Our trade never stops. New goods arriving soon! Don't believe us? Pay a visit and see for yourself in our shop and stall in Vallagne! Leadership Each Winchester plays a crucial role in ensuring the company’s success: - Reynevan Winchester – Ensures the company's safety and trade security. - Zane Winchester – Manages the sourcing and procurement of goods. - Damon Winchester – Focuses on marketing and expanding the company's reputation. - Beau Tye – A partner based in Reinmar, handles strategic partnerships and oversees international trade. - Simon Winchester – Oversees stores, employees, and day-to-day operations. While each man holds a role, all share responsibility, stepping where needed to keep the Winchester name moving forward. Joining the Winchester Company The Winchester Company is open to aspiring merchants. We welcome those who seek opportunity in trade, whether they be seasoned traders or ambitious newcomers. Unlike simple employment, our company rewards loyalty—those who prove their worth will earn a stake in the business itself. The Winchester Company has a place for you! Looking to Collaborate? The Winchester Company welcomes opportunities for trade and collaboration. Whether you seek to purchase, sell, or establish long-term agreements, we are open to negotiation. Send word to Simon Winchester. For inquiries, trade, or employment, contact Simon, Damon, Zane, or Reynevan Winchester. For partnerships in Reinmar, contact Beau Tye. (Minecraft names: SW: KillformoV2, DW: Roetoe072, ZW: Its_Tristan, RW: SoupQPR, BT: KiwiToday) Honestus Commercium, Perpetuus Legatum
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    KillformoV2

    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "You've expected me?" Simon asked, his brow furrowing. "I have," she said with a sly smile, but gave no further answer. Simon studied her for a moment before speaking. “I spent eight years in the army,” he said. “Led a small group in the skirmishes against orcs. We fought in ambushes, held the line against raiders, and faced enemies that always seemed to have the upper hand, blah blah blah.” He exhaled slowly. “But war never truly ends and I am tired of fighting for unrealistic goals.” His gaze sharpened. “Now, I walk my own path. A freelancer, taking work as it comes. No banners, no orders—only my own judgment... atleast for now i guess.” He leaned forward slightly. “So tell me, why were you expecting me?”
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