517 AV, 53rd of Summer, 10th bell 12th chime.
Robinson was patrolling the city.
That was an odd sentence even by his reckoning. He did not patrol it as a mercenary, oh no, rather… he patrolled it free charge and as a volunteer of something else; The Kuvay’nas, the militia of Riverfall. He had been pondering on this course of action for a little while now, in fact since even prior to coming to Riverfall.
Granted, he had no knowledge of the Militia. But the action of joining a city’s residential watch was something he’d been pondering as an alternative to his mercenary activities. With how dry a need they had for his sort, expenses would have been a dire issue comes next season.
And so he went to Kuvay’nas Lodge, requested membership, and they sensing that slight bit of reluctance in him had offered him the position of a volunteer after having tested his skills. As the title implied, it was an unpaid position meant for those who would freely provide their time to aid the city’s security efforts.
It was also a period for those wishing a career in gaining the experience and insight of what it was like to protect the city and its people, and a chance to covers with branch members to learn more of their specialties and duties should they seek to progress in them.
Robin wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted, at the moment it was a means to an end. But the means was also one laden with a responsibility not himself, but to the people who’re reliant on the Kuvay’nas to protect them and the city.
He sighed mentally, eyes closing a bit as he as stood beneath a shade of one tent while one of his fellows in the patrol. Predictably he was an Akalak, an older sort standing at about 6’5” in height. So taller than Robin by half a foot but not as intimidating as some of his ilk.
He was of the branch Kuvay’nas, specifically of the Archer branch. His fellow, and also his superior he had to add, was discussing words with a stall owner. Robin strained his ears, but he couldn’t understand even a bit of it as they spoke in their mother tongue of Tukant.
Perhaps the only thing he could understand was the tone of inquiry. Questions , at least he thought they were, were being asked but the nature he couldn’t quite comprehend. Of course the obvious assumption was that if he saw anything suspicious, likely would be the right one as well.
Opening his eyes, he was in time to see him finishing up his inquiry to the stall keeper. Turning to look Robin quirked a brow, in question if…. Well, anything was learned.
The Akalak smiled, the wrinkled corner of his eyes showing a glint of humor “ He says good offer on salted meats, but no strange in streets” Robin felt his eye twitch, if he intended for that rhyme then Robin felt this would be a long patrol.
‘ An’ I’s thinking I left all the jokers in the ‘berth’
That was an odd sentence even by his reckoning. He did not patrol it as a mercenary, oh no, rather… he patrolled it free charge and as a volunteer of something else; The Kuvay’nas, the militia of Riverfall. He had been pondering on this course of action for a little while now, in fact since even prior to coming to Riverfall.
Granted, he had no knowledge of the Militia. But the action of joining a city’s residential watch was something he’d been pondering as an alternative to his mercenary activities. With how dry a need they had for his sort, expenses would have been a dire issue comes next season.
And so he went to Kuvay’nas Lodge, requested membership, and they sensing that slight bit of reluctance in him had offered him the position of a volunteer after having tested his skills. As the title implied, it was an unpaid position meant for those who would freely provide their time to aid the city’s security efforts.
It was also a period for those wishing a career in gaining the experience and insight of what it was like to protect the city and its people, and a chance to covers with branch members to learn more of their specialties and duties should they seek to progress in them.
Robin wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted, at the moment it was a means to an end. But the means was also one laden with a responsibility not himself, but to the people who’re reliant on the Kuvay’nas to protect them and the city.
He sighed mentally, eyes closing a bit as he as stood beneath a shade of one tent while one of his fellows in the patrol. Predictably he was an Akalak, an older sort standing at about 6’5” in height. So taller than Robin by half a foot but not as intimidating as some of his ilk.
He was of the branch Kuvay’nas, specifically of the Archer branch. His fellow, and also his superior he had to add, was discussing words with a stall owner. Robin strained his ears, but he couldn’t understand even a bit of it as they spoke in their mother tongue of Tukant.
Perhaps the only thing he could understand was the tone of inquiry. Questions , at least he thought they were, were being asked but the nature he couldn’t quite comprehend. Of course the obvious assumption was that if he saw anything suspicious, likely would be the right one as well.
Opening his eyes, he was in time to see him finishing up his inquiry to the stall keeper. Turning to look Robin quirked a brow, in question if…. Well, anything was learned.
The Akalak smiled, the wrinkled corner of his eyes showing a glint of humor “ He says good offer on salted meats, but no strange in streets” Robin felt his eye twitch, if he intended for that rhyme then Robin felt this would be a long patrol.
‘ An’ I’s thinking I left all the jokers in the ‘berth’
