Just a distance from reaching the main gate of the grand city, there is a rucksack next to a horse that has a piece of fabric laying on it. Neatly written in ink it states "Adventure, world travel, security escorts. Will Guard for Food and Pay!" A distance behind this is a man in banded armor, full-helm and tower-shield, throwing strikes at a stack of a few uncut rounds of firewood. If one should pay attention enough at the swordsmanship, his strikes seem to lack all strength of impact, but are more focused on speed and finesse. The man does this for approximately an hour before stopping for a break. He walks over and sits down on an uncut round of firewood, taking off his helmet and drinking some water from a waterskin. "No caravans lately.. no crazy ass requests to save a damsel in distress... no work..." the man mutters to himself. After about ten minutes of this, he returns to sparring against the logs, waiting for work to approach him. The man in banded armor has been out, every day for the last while now, clearly with no luck. Eventually one of the guards from the front gate approaches him and speaks. "You know... if you want work that bad, why don't you visit the employment office in town or join the knights here?" The man scoffs and looks away. "I am no night in shining armor, and I am a better man than to go begging community service to find me work". He picks up his helmet and puts it back on. "Now if you don't mind..", and returns to tone his skill with a short sword on a few uncut logs of wood. The guard is clearly displeased by the mans blatant rudeness and returns to his post. "..No way in hell that I am going to live my life begging others for help..." |