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Message: <blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1170096" data-attributes="member: 14316">Seeing no one wants to address him, Glendrake grunts and goes back in his carriage.  Before he closes the door you glimpse two other humanoid figures in the shadows, one medium sized and one smaller, but don't get a better look than that.--Its not long after everyone returns to their spot at the rear of the caravan when a message passes down from the front, called out from driver to driver.  Mirena turns to repeat it to you.  “Darien wants to see the new recruits up front.”When you arrive at the front of the caravan, Darien speaks to you.  “Me and my men have been reviewing your actions in the last battle, and I’m going to make some changes."  He looks uncomfortable as he continues.  "Alan, you look like cavalry, but you fight on foot!  I admire your sense of honor, but a Code of Honor has no place in the mercenary life, see?  At least you rode your horse into battle, so I’m willing to give you 5 gold, instead of 20.  Zanock, I paid for cavalry, not infantry.  But at least you looked willing to fight, so you’ll get 20 silver.  Dunathar, you seem a bit afraid of hobgoblins, and warhorses too, so I’m not giving you anything.  The same goes for you Etherial.  I’m not gonna kick you out for disobeying orders.  You can still ride with me to Carodan, and I’m only allowing that because Etherial had the good sense to come up to me and apologize.  I'm only allowing Dunathar to stay because you guys seem to be getting along, and I hate to break up a unit."I don’t like going back on my word, but seeing as how you were out to trick me, it’s not like I’m really going back on my word now, is it?  Either way, I’m not going to let the likes of you take advantage of me!  Those are fair prices for your abilities, and you won’t find anyone who would say otherwise.  By Ehlonna, if I wanted some lousy infantry, I could’ve picked some up anywhere!  Infantry is useless to me anyway.  By the time it takes to run the length of the caravan on foot, most battles would be over!  And well, if I wanted help like Dunathar or Etherial, I could’ve made some scarecrows!  Hell, the only reason I hired you lot in the first place was because of your war animals!  Rowyn and Bert, you two are still ok by me.  In fact, I want the both of you up front with me and my men.  I don’t want you back there with that lot’s bad influences!  The rest of you, get back to the rear.” As you head back, Rekar calls out.  “Don’t worry boys, if we get attacked from the rear, just come running up to us, and we’ll protect you, ok?”  You hear Darien mutter “Poor sods must be weak in the head or something, running away from a few hobgoblins when they’re riding such fine fighting animals.  If they thought those hobgoblins were scary, what will they do if we run into anything that’s even a little bit challenging?  How did they get those animals anyway?  They certainly didn’t earn them as mercenaries, that much I know…”At the front of the caravan, Darien invites Rowyn to sit on the first wagon, next to the driver.  “It’s easier to see you up there,” he chuckles.  “You’re the first of my new guards to make a kill.  First to make a hit, actually!”  He takes out a flask of whiskey and passes it around in celebration.  Afterward, he gives Rowyn and Bert a potion of cure light (1d8+1) each.  “Since it turns out we have less real guards than I thought we did, you might be needing those.”  He seems very pleased with the little persons.At the back of the caravan, Mirena once again invites someone to sit on the back of her wagon.  “Did you guys see that shot I made?”  She is very excited.  “I was pretty good, wasn’t I?  Where are Rowyn and Bert?”</blockquote>

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