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Rodrik answers the question but you get the impression he does not want to be dragged into a long conversation about military matters. The militia gets meals before and after patrol. If you prove yourself in the militia you may get recruited to the guard itself when openings become available.
With a reassuring final pat on Ishan's shoulder Rodrik addresses Raevon's question. Nothing really out of the ordinary. The odd orc, but there are always seems to be one skulking around, that's why we must be ever vigilant. He says this with a bit of a sigh as he looks around at the festival whose purpose is to both highlight and distract from the fact the town is surrounded by enemies. He seems to realize he is getting maudlin and continues. There is still that annoying graffiti though. Poor Omast is practically in a rage, he laughs. Nothing seems to get rid of it and he's been scrubbing like a fiend! I suggest you don't bring it up around him unless you want to become deaf in at least one of your ears. With a glance around the area he exclaims, Enough shop talk, It's time to make some merry! Enjoy yourselves. He clasps shoulders all around and makes his way into the crowd followed by Kurst who just nods his goodbyes.
Rodrik laughs gently at Ishan's inquiry. Only joking good fellow. While we would welcome your assistance let those already scheduled for tomorrow morning be the ones to moderate their fun tonight. With a pat on the shoulder he says in a more normal tone. If you truly wish to aid us then just present yourself at Longhouse whenever you are able and we can add you to the roster.
That was pretty impressive gentlemen, and lady. He says with a florid bow in Bronwynn's direction. Rodrik is a confident and honest man, a well-liked figure around town. Although an excellent swordsman he is also has a talent for writing, having produced several plays and poems. In spite of his many gifts he is humble and never comes across as a braggart. I hope you've been enjoying the festivities. I will ask you to leave some prizes for us lesser skilled, he says with a wink. Although I might be able to hold my own in one of the eating contests. He pats his obviously well toned stomach with a grin. Now I know that some of you have graced us with you presence on patrol, but after this display I expect to see all of you. Maybe bright and early tomorrow morning, so I can sleep in! He laughs and elbows Kurst. Don't you think, we could use a late morning to nurse our bruises and egos! Kurst smiles good-naturedly but doesn't join into the conversation unless directly addressed.
Rodrik smiles eagerly. This night is for Ruby and the outcome is in no doubt, but he relishes the chance for a good competition! All right then, on the count of three. One...Two... Three!
Rodrik Grath, well-respected and well–liked, takes the stage. With a long piercing whistle he commands the attention of the crowd. As is tradition, the newest member of the defenders of Trunau will now prove her might. He nods to his brother Kurst who motions to the 5 other members of the militia flanking him that their time has come. They all mount the stage to take up positions behind Rodrik on one end of a long rope, opposite the wide-eyed Ruby. As they theatrically flex their muscles and spit on their hands in preparation for the coming test a voice from the crowd, obviously on cue, protests. 7 against one, that hardly seems fair, no matter how obviously superior the defender is! The rest of the crowd joins in with faux outrage, ”rigged!” “unfair!” “cowards!” With a faux grimace Rodrik concedes, fine then, pick your champions! |
