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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2009 20:48:33 GMT -5
Quentyn arrives at the Magistrates offices, back in his sellsword guise. He wears mail and leather and has a dozen different daggers festooned over his chest in addition to the shortsword and buckler at his hip. He missed Bannen -- by size alone, the big knight was more intimidating than Quentyn could ever hope to be -- but he puts an extra swagger in his step and stares down anyone who so much glances at him.
"Oy," Quentyn says to one of the guards, "I hear Magistrate Totte's looking to hire quality swords. Where can I talk to him?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 3, 2009 21:00:55 GMT -5
The man at the gate looks at Quentyn, and nods, "He is. Go in and speak to Gretel."
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2009 21:03:45 GMT -5
Quentyn walks inside, looks for the man he judges most likely to be Gretel, and says, "Are you Gretel?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 3, 2009 21:09:04 GMT -5
He is soon directed to the old man that is Gretal, "You looking for guard work?" The man grumbled.
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2009 21:12:38 GMT -5
"If that's what you've got," Quentyn replies.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 3, 2009 21:18:24 GMT -5
"You are alone right? Few men sell their sword alone." Gretel replied.
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2009 21:23:34 GMT -5
Quentyn grunts. "My mate caught the flux on the voyage over." He spits unsentimentally to the side. "Didn't make it. Don't matter though. My sword's worth two all by itself."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 3, 2009 21:29:02 GMT -5
"Well the master has sent most of his men to serve with the alliance. So he needs some extra guards for here." Gretel explained.
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Post by Horas on Dec 3, 2009 21:31:57 GMT -5
"What's the pay?" Quentyn asks.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 0:24:10 GMT -5
"75 Silver torches a week." The man replied.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 1:21:48 GMT -5
Quentyn looks impressed. "Aye, that'll do," he says. "When d'you want me to start?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 10:29:54 GMT -5
"Hold your horses. You can not be hired with out showing Captain Frettar that you can handle a blade." Gretel points across the manse to behind the barracks, "Go over there, and when Frettar has a moment he will test your skill."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 14:12:01 GMT -5
Quentyn grins. "Won't be no problems on that account, I'll tell ya." He walks over to the barracks, idly cracking his knuckles as he observes the quality of the guards here.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 4, 2009 14:15:15 GMT -5
The guards here seem to skilled, and well equipped.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 14:18:08 GMT -5
Quentyn makes himself known, and waits for the captain to get a moment.
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Hope you all are well and happy.