64th of Fall 514 AV
Lion
The man mused the name to himself, he had found himself quite fond of the name that had been bestowed on him by Fallon. It was a fitting name for his mercenary endeavours. He found it strange to find himself in this position. Him... a mercenary. A sergeant knight of the righteous and most powerful force of good in the world- a mere mercenary in the employ of a fat greedy merchant. Whose wealth had come from gods know what. But he had given his word that he would uphold the contract. Protect the man and his shyke. He had the wealth to spare for a mercenary of Kvist's worth, which alone made the source of his income suspicious. Which was one of the reasons Kvist had accepted the contract. If he dabbled in slavery, Kvist would know his next target in the crusade to free his family from the clutches of slavers. His employment had lasted several long days under the man. He was a cheerful fellow when business had been taken care of, but when business had not been taken care of, he was a harsh and uncompromising man. A will of steel. Trust was a rare commodity in Sunberth, one that took a long time to develop. A bond that wouldn't appear over days, Kvist had done his job. Truthful at every turn and done his hardest at every job. But nothing in the few days of employment indicated that his employer was dealing with slaves. Which had made it easier for Kvist to carry out his job without any nagging guilt constantly taunting his knightly ideals.
Kvist was standing by the ship that his employer had arrived in some days earlier. The Lions job had been quite simple the past couple of days of employment. His size had been enough to keep unwanted company away from the ship. Or merely caused people to go gather in larger groups to take him down. The mercenary knight didn't know, but the man sworn to a god of peace kind of hoped someone would do something. For it had been some long uneventful days. But he supposed if he got paid then everything was fine and dandy, though he wished that something would happen soon. If only something simple. Something that would let him stretch his legs and get back to the real reason he was in the city. Finding his petching family. But the petchers seemed to have gone underground once Kvist and his help had begun the investigation.
The knight looked disgruntled when the merchant appeared. He looked to be in a hurry and the Lion pushed himself away from the wall when he realized the man was headed directly for the mercenary knight. In Syliras his rank carried a little respect, here, not so much. Mercenaries were a dime and a dozen. Always a new blade to replace the lost one. He had often wondered what led people to this profession... Riches? Glory? Make a name? Boredom? For the thrill? Kvist knew that he would be amongst the latter if he stayed in the profession, which he most certainly had no intention of.
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Lion
The man mused the name to himself, he had found himself quite fond of the name that had been bestowed on him by Fallon. It was a fitting name for his mercenary endeavours. He found it strange to find himself in this position. Him... a mercenary. A sergeant knight of the righteous and most powerful force of good in the world- a mere mercenary in the employ of a fat greedy merchant. Whose wealth had come from gods know what. But he had given his word that he would uphold the contract. Protect the man and his shyke. He had the wealth to spare for a mercenary of Kvist's worth, which alone made the source of his income suspicious. Which was one of the reasons Kvist had accepted the contract. If he dabbled in slavery, Kvist would know his next target in the crusade to free his family from the clutches of slavers. His employment had lasted several long days under the man. He was a cheerful fellow when business had been taken care of, but when business had not been taken care of, he was a harsh and uncompromising man. A will of steel. Trust was a rare commodity in Sunberth, one that took a long time to develop. A bond that wouldn't appear over days, Kvist had done his job. Truthful at every turn and done his hardest at every job. But nothing in the few days of employment indicated that his employer was dealing with slaves. Which had made it easier for Kvist to carry out his job without any nagging guilt constantly taunting his knightly ideals.
Kvist was standing by the ship that his employer had arrived in some days earlier. The Lions job had been quite simple the past couple of days of employment. His size had been enough to keep unwanted company away from the ship. Or merely caused people to go gather in larger groups to take him down. The mercenary knight didn't know, but the man sworn to a god of peace kind of hoped someone would do something. For it had been some long uneventful days. But he supposed if he got paid then everything was fine and dandy, though he wished that something would happen soon. If only something simple. Something that would let him stretch his legs and get back to the real reason he was in the city. Finding his petching family. But the petchers seemed to have gone underground once Kvist and his help had begun the investigation.
The knight looked disgruntled when the merchant appeared. He looked to be in a hurry and the Lion pushed himself away from the wall when he realized the man was headed directly for the mercenary knight. In Syliras his rank carried a little respect, here, not so much. Mercenaries were a dime and a dozen. Always a new blade to replace the lost one. He had often wondered what led people to this profession... Riches? Glory? Make a name? Boredom? For the thrill? Kvist knew that he would be amongst the latter if he stayed in the profession, which he most certainly had no intention of.
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