Iziel Arias
Iziel gulps quietly as he calls out to Mario, at the Raul Village stand. "Mario... we gotta go!" Mario groans afterwards, but he begins to shuffle away. This discourages the men behind the stand, however; and they quickly beckon towards Iziel.
"Let the kid stay! It's business, and there ain't no other way outta here." The guy smirks. His bald head gleams from the light from lanterns, and a beard finds itself reaching a few inches away from his face. "You can come and check it out too, if ya' want."
"I'm fine." Iziel sighs. "I have work for him. He's my employee."
"But the weapons!" Iziel gets worried quickly. If he mentions a forge, these guys'll catch on. They are from Raul, after all; it's only a matter of time before they remember who he is and are tempted to beat the crap outta him. "C'mon, it's a dangerous time, and you need the best quality weapons you can get!" It's then that Iziel clutches his book. A finger strokes the P, O, and W over the title as he decides... maybe he wants them to remember him.
"I'm not interested in weapons, I have a small forge myself that I use as a hobby." He grins, and then he shows off his brown/orange gloves. "Yeah, think I'm pretty good at it."
The guy stares him down. "Now that I think about it... you look familiar. That hair..." He looks at it quietly. "Looks like the wife of..." He scrunches his face. "Hey... that's ol' Arias's was-wife, wasn't it?! The hair... you're the son! The exile!" Strangely, the man doesn't seem angry. Actually, a bit relieved. "Good timing too, the village is horrible under Raul as it is. He's a brute, for sure. Err... you may not wanna tell him, though." He nods towards an empty seat. "Wait... where's he gone?"
Iziel looks around, then at Mario. "You seen that guy? Did you see where he went?"
"That dude kinda slunk away." Mario shrugs. "Sorry, man. I didn't stop him, 'cause he seemed kinda menacing and all."
Iziel shakes his head. "That's alright, it shouldn't be any of your concern anyways. It should be mine..."
"Yeah, yeah it should." The man at the stand looks flustered now, bothered to the point where he seems he might start sweating feverishly. "You see, it's gotten really bad. Some people were discussing about you, um, helping us out, um, since you were kicked out. Maybe you'd want back in, they said. Um, so they were thinking that you could-"
"Stop right there." Iziel turns and begins to walk away. "Thanks for your offer, but for now, no." He grins slightly. "Maybe another time."
"But I barely told you-"
"Hey, they didn't want me then, why would they want me now?" He was nonchalant and quick in his speaking. "I have to go, and I have personal things to touch base with, anyhow. I'll see you later if you still need help, keep in touch, alright? Just send word to the Exile, alright? And be sure to eat there, too! Yeah, see you later, guy." He walks away before the man gets a chance to say anything else. This walk quickly turns into a run to the carriage. As he sees it in the distance, Iziel grits his teeth. He hears deep breathing behind him, and realizes who it is.
Iziel looks at Mario. "You're safe as far as I'm concerned. Do what you like. You can follow me, you can look around, but whatever you do, you better go back to work under Anton. Or be his intern. I dunno what you want to call it. Just serve under him. I suggest you stay, however, and then later you can meet up with him. Sayonara, kid!" Mario stays, aghast as Iziel grabs his hammer triumphantly grinning, running towards the carriage.
It's too fast! He grits his teeth.
I'm going to have to do better than this to get there in time! Striking down guards along the way, he covers his face with his goggles and wraps his throat, mouth, and nose in a scarf he had in his satchel, making him indistinguishable from his normal looks.
He grinned as he put away his hammer quickly.
I should have more strength now, I can do more things! He quickly spots the top of a stand, nearing the carriage. It seems like it would give him enough propulsion if he jumped off of it... but as he passes by, he frowns as his chance to do anything is lost.
I need to think ahead... and I'm running out of time! Realizing that one of the guards about twenty feet behind him was mounted on a horse, he had a perfect plan. Stopping and timing himself correctly to grab the saddle, he looks the guard straight in the eyes. "Sorry, but I don't get a choice, you hear?" He throws him down onto the floor, then climbs onto a renegade horse himself, which is still heading towards the carriage.
"Onward, steed!" He yells triumphantly. He picks out an apple from his satchel (which was a snack originally intended to be had while monitoring the stand, as to not eat the food they were selling) places it in front of the horse's nose, falling and barely still on the saddle as he does so, his legs dragging along the floor as he attempts to reach the horse's mouth. The horse, seeming interested, eats it and accepts Iziel's temporary "ownership" of it, galloping faster as Iziel climbs back on. He rides quickly and catches up to the carriage. In the heat of the moment, he moves the horse close enough to the carriage and jumps onto it, not realizing the horrible tactical decision he has made until after he makes it. Landing in the carriage with a loud thump, the horse keeps running as if Iziel were still there. "I've returned!" He yells to the rest of them almost jokingly, putting his goggles up but leaving his scarf on, then quickly realizes the potential loss of letting the horse go.
Oh well... there'll always be another one. The horse, in the meantime, deviates from going straight to turning away at one point, leaving Iziel.