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<blockquote data-quote="silentspace" data-source="post: 1205477" data-attributes="member: 14316">Darien, the leader of the guard, watches the beautiful elven woman approach.&nbsp; To Rowyn, he seems strangely different now, in the way that males tend to get around beautiful women.&nbsp;&nbsp; One of the guards flanking him (Rekar) spits in his hand and smooths out his hair, perhaps thinking this will impress the lady.&nbsp; The other guard flanking him (Mirik) merely pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it.The first thing Manzanita notices about the guards is how badly beaten up they are.&nbsp; Darien looks like he's been beaten almost dead, and has bandages everywhere.&nbsp; The horse he’s sitting on has a huge bruise on its side, and is limping pretty badly.&nbsp; Rekar looks ok, but his horse is barely hobbling along.&nbsp; Mirik doesn’t look well either, and has blood splatters all over his armor.Darien introduces himself.&nbsp; “Aye, I’ll hire you on.&nbsp; The rate for a mounted rider like yourself is 4 gp a day, or 12 gp when we arrive in Carodan, and a share of any loot we get.”He studies Manzanita for a moment.&nbsp; “I have a feeling the rear guard is where you should be.&nbsp; That there is Rowyn, she can get you situated.&nbsp; Glad to have you aboard.”&nbsp; He shakes Manzanita’s hand.&nbsp; Rekar licks his lips and leers unconsciously as his eyes wander over her body.&nbsp; Mirik’s face is grim and expressionless, the thick cigar smoke floating away in the breeze.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="silentspace, post: 1205477, member: 14316"] Darien, the leader of the guard, watches the beautiful elven woman approach. To Rowyn, he seems strangely different now, in the way that males tend to get around beautiful women. One of the guards flanking him (Rekar) spits in his hand and smooths out his hair, perhaps thinking this will impress the lady. The other guard flanking him (Mirik) merely pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it. The first thing Manzanita notices about the guards is how badly beaten up they are. Darien looks like he's been beaten almost dead, and has bandages everywhere. The horse he’s sitting on has a huge bruise on its side, and is limping pretty badly. Rekar looks ok, but his horse is barely hobbling along. Mirik doesn’t look well either, and has blood splatters all over his armor. Darien introduces himself. “Aye, I’ll hire you on. The rate for a mounted rider like yourself is 4 gp a day, or 12 gp when we arrive in Carodan, and a share of any loot we get.” He studies Manzanita for a moment. “I have a feeling the rear guard is where you should be. That there is Rowyn, she can get you situated. Glad to have you aboard.” He shakes Manzanita’s hand. Rekar licks his lips and leers unconsciously as his eyes wander over her body. Mirik’s face is grim and expressionless, the thick cigar smoke floating away in the breeze. [/QUOTE]

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