"That'd be twenty crowns. No less." The clerk said, dispasionately.
Liviella heard, uniterested, but nonetheless was curious what she would want with twin swords.
It was then, that she heard an enormous ruckus outside. It sounded like a good number of men moving in uniform movement. And, when she rushed out to see, That was what she saw.
"Oh no! Clerk, you should stay out of sight if you know what's good for you... There's a raid happening right outside." Liviella said, in a worried voice.
"I don't believe you." The clerk said, suspicious.
"No? Then perhaps it would be better if you came and saw for yourself.
They were making an enormous amount of trouble. They were destroying and raiding, and such. The leader sat on the back of a proud horse. She recognized him. It was Ringaard. A right hand man, so to speak, of the king, Galbatorix. Ringaard was smiling, but a forced smile. She noticed that he was looking for something. She had heard rumors about his doings, but this was the first she had seen of his activities. She had heard that he was in search, for his own greed, of The Seven Stared Seal. More commonly, and laxly called, The Seal. The Elves had given The Seal to the Riders long ago, but the leader had lost it. If it was ever found by someone who could do magic, they were in big trouble. It had to be returned to the Elves before that happened.
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(Hope no one minds if I do Ringaard. We need, sort of, a villian's point of view)
Were was it? Ringaard asked himself fiercely. He had come, yet again, to another small village. He was having his men search for the confounded thing before they destroyed anybuilding. The object of his search was The Seven Stared Seal. It was a small object with two circles, one inside the other, with 4 bars going out of it, but stopped when they reached the outer circle. The legend said it had been taken by a fisherman from a small village, but it didn't specify WHICH small village. Ringaard swung his sword down in frustration on an innocent villager, who, unluckily had been too close. The slain villager fell - dead. It didn't make Ringaard feel any better. His eyes flashed angrily. This was beginning to grow old and tiring. He couldn't do this without the King's knowledge for long. Then, he repremanded himself before his anger could get too out of control. He would find it. It would only take time...
