Saen noted a stout man a few feet from her sweating excessively. Probably from somewhere cold, she though, and unusued to the "heat" in Doma.
Then, just a few seconds after the large Baronian had yelled, the door in front of the mercenaries opened, causing the attention of all those gathered to turn to the person standing in it. Just under 6 feet tall, mousy blonde hair neatly arranged and cut, and wearing a badge that indicated the this lady was a member of the militia.
"Alright you lot, single file. Sign up at the desk; name and any details required. Pay is 150 gold a day along with food and bedding, 1500 bonus if you see combat. You can get an advance of 600 if you feel you need to buy yourself provisions. Make the request when you sign. After that, head into the room after for assignment of duties."
The line began to move through, the men and women present writing down their names and the few details required. "Ree" noted, as he signed in, that he got what could be described as a "less than trusting" glance from the man behind the desk. He guessed that the proximity of the town to Riva wasn't going to make things any easier for him. Those that made requests for advancements were handed simple cloth bags, which jingled with the sound of coin. Some may have noted that one man collected more than one bag from the desk. Obviously, he and a few others were working as a group.
Finally, when the first part was done with, todays applicants found themselves assembled before a man who seemed to be the captain of the militia. Unlike most of the others they'd seen, something about this man identified him as a professional soldier. Short cut hair, garbed in chainmail and with a sword sheathed at his side, some could only wander what he was doing in this town.
"Alright then," he began, speaking in a dignified tone that Brandon quickly identified as Baronian, "I am Captain Briggins, leader of Malmuth's militia. Thank you for signing on, if
only for a short while. You're aid is
appreciated. If any of you are already grouped together, organise yourselves and line up on that
wall. The rest of you," he continued, after indicating the wall for the groups, "line up over there
A group of five moved over to one wall, while the other nine people moved over to the other one. After they'd sorted themselves out, Briggins moved over towards the ungrouped wall, a subordinate handing him the list which all the mercenaries had signed a few minutes ago. He moved along the line, asking questions to the first two men about their abilities and specialities. Then, he came to Brandon. He looked him up and down, noting the large sword the latter carried briefly.
"Well then, lad. What's your name?"
The fact that Brandon, who was approaching the end of his twenties, had been called "lad" may or may not have sat well with the "seasoned mercenary."
Edited by: Jak Snide at: 9/3/03 1:43 am