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Sgt Feyborn swings at the next thug to rise.
"Right then. Hard way." Sgt Feyborn punches at the spokesman.
"Right. We're here to see Quisark. He has some Acadamy property. Are you going to help us, or get in our way?"
Sgt Feyborn approaches the indicated table at the back, counting on the others to back his play.
"I'm afraid that I have no coin for bribes, but I do have a certain way with low-life scum."
"Ah." "We should perhaps wait until he is finished." "We could speak with his men first."
"Hmm.. I think that I know where this Laughing Dolphin is. Let's go."
"All right... lead the way."
Feyborn adresses Ba'az Astor and Yrenn: "As we have been assigned to work together, I must tell you that I believe that our first priority is the security of Hollaria. As such, I suggest that we should begin by searching out the fragments within our borders."
Garan was aware of the contemptuous looks that he drew from many of those assembled. Over the years he had become accustomed to them, due to the combined stigmata of his heritage and his inability to deal with the simplest of spells. But he had found his niche, commanding other men. Men who fought to protect the city from those who violated its laws. And, By The Gods!, the others may hold him in contempt, but if the council put him in charge, they would follow his lead. "I stand ready to follow the orders of the Council."
Here is Garan Feyborn, sergeant of the City Watch.
My warlord is finally ready. Sorry for the delay. |