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Caradoc secures his belongings, and leads his horse over to Alan. In a lowered voice, he explains that their contingent is apparently being observed by someone via a crow. "Weel is filling-in Graevel on the situation, and the officers already know. Weel and I think it would be wisest to remain...

"Certainly, Weel." Caradoc follows Weel, and listens to the information he's gathered. Weel:"I see. Well, I think that whatever action we take should involve the cooperation of as many recruits as possible. Splitting up could result in confusion or mistrust later on, and if we encounter an...

"Ah, well, technically this is the collective gear of both my grandfather and his brother. It's just that his brother... retired somewhat sooner," Caradoc explains, then suddenly becomes silent and gets a faraway look in his eyes. It occurs to him for the first time that a man, his own blood...

"Alright," Caradoc nods. Turning back to Alan, he says "well, I suppose the four of us will meet up again shortly before setting out; I'll leave the equipment unpacked so you three can decide who can use what then."

Caradoc smiles at Alan, three years younger but nearly a foot taller and twice as heavy as he. He could hold his own in a fight, but I wonder if he really knows what he's gotten himself into. Hell, do any of us? he wonders. "Good morning, Alan. Don't worry, you haven't missed anything. Before...

Well, rise and shine. Caradoc crawls from his bedroll, stretches, and begins digging pieces of armor out of his backpack, methodically figuring out where each piece fits before strapping it on. Might as well get a feel for this sooner, rather than later. Finally, he picks up one of the swords...

Caradoc, not wanting to make the soldiers feel nervous by creating more activity than necessary around the camp, tries to listen in from his sleeping spot (listen +6). Hm. I must remember to offer the other volunteers some of Grandpa's old gear. Oghma knows I don't exactly have the strongest...

*OOC: I suppose I should ask what exactly was in that chest ;)* Caradoc spurs his horse onward, feeling as though a great weight has been lifted from his chest with his newly granted freedom.

"Mother, Father, I'm glad you understand, and I thank you, not only for this, but for all you've given me. I promise to make you proud with it." He embraces them both.

"I'm sorry for leaving the shop unattended, Father, but a group of soldiers had ridden into the square, and were raising a call to arms. I didn't know if the troops from Syra had already arrived, or if perhaps the village was under attack, so I thought it wise to examine the situation, so as to...

Caradoc rises with a sigh. "I think you've got the right idea, my friend. I'll be needing to explain to my father why he'll be short-handed for a while, as well as preparing some necessities to take along." Hmm. I wonder if I might convince Father to allow me part of the Inspector's payment as...

Caradoc nods. "Understandably. Regarding the gathering of support, I'm curious: has there been any attempt to seek aid from some of the neighboring nations, if only covertly for the time being? I don't mean to suggest indebting ourselves to anyone, but possibly forging a mutually beneficial...

...And, Caradoc chimes in, what might our immediate objective be? I don't imagine we'll be storming any city walls right from the get-go."

Caradoc nods in agreement with Weel, and begins to follow. "Yes, that sounds fine. Best to find out what's what before anyone who might have been helpful becomes too drowsy or... "spirit-ed" to give us any useful information."

Caradoc returns the handshake with a nod and a smile. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Caradoc Nuttall, also originally from Poins, recently returned from a few years' study in Syra to work in my family's store just across the street there. Speaking of which, I had better go and explain my decision...

Well, if nothing more, this is a chance to prove that my family isn't in the Emperor's pocket... as good an excuse as any to get out of the shop for a while. "If that is the case, then I offer my service in restoring rightful rulership!"

Which to choose - the tyrant you know, or the tyrant who hasn't yet proven himself one? Caradoc pondered. "Noble Ritter, I pray you do not think it too presumptuous of me to ask, but what superior right to the throne does the Prince possess?"

Somewhat taken aback by just how accurate an assessment of his desires Alan has made, Caradoc replies, "well, this certainly appears to be an... intriguing... situation. Just a moment, my friend!" He turns to the riders' spokesman. "Hail, sir! I am Caradoc Nuttall, local merchant... for the time...

Hearing what sounds like a classic call to popular rebellion, with troops from the Emperor expected before long, Caradoc pockets the coins as he pivots on a heel and jogs back out the front door, so as not to miss any details that might prove useful in choosing sides, and degrees of involvement...

Ok, I rolled 4d4x10 and got 80. After equipment, I have 50.7gp left.