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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eva of Sirrion" data-source="post: 3121295" data-attributes="member: 26520">Kinan and Ahlana and Kell and Gorash: Well there you are then, happy reading.  Tanner gives the papers to Deregan.Thank you, we'll give these a good looking-over.  Care for some tea?Oh yes please.  Tanner sits and discusses the situation with the big man and the elven woman, while Deregan brings some tea for him and anyone else who wants some.  The way things work around here, you have your gigs, and you have your creds.  The former you get when you mess up, do something stupid, screw the pooch, things like that.  The latter you receive when you display good conduct, carry more than your given load, go above and beyond the call of duty and so on and so forth.  Ordinarily you can appeal gigs to a court-martial, or you can just earn enough creds to buy them off your record.  A couple months ago, our judicial officer was reassigned and we haven't gotten a replacement.  That was also about the same time me and Ulricsohn got assigned to southside, and the commander started coming down on our arses.Myst: The old knight brings out several bundles of neatly-pressed uniform tunics.    I didn't say we were the same age, actually Lord Gunthar's quite a bit younger than me.  For a long time I was an old enlisted man, then they promoted me when they decided I wasn't fit for combat duty, now I'm an old ossifer.  Pointing to the rank bars on his collar, Captain Wallace Benson.  You needn't worry about salutin' or callin' me sir, everyone here calls me Wally.  As far as me bein' unfit for combat duty, I'll let you judge for yourself.  Wally then goes to town on the practice dummy, striking the dummy's wooden blade three times with his own, then literally disarming the dummy with a powerful left leg kick, and finally using his momentum from the kick to relieve the dummy of its papier-mache head.  I had trouble finding one of the ones you asked for, half-orc?  What exactly is a half-orc?  Not sure I heard you right, maybe my ears aren't what they once were. Yeblin: We also have chicken, pork and fresh river trout available.  Luke shows you around the kitchen during a lull in the action.  The commander?  He hasn't been here in a few months.  He liked either the veal or the river trout, but always with a side of taters and peas and carrots.  Whatever the choice, the meat had to be pre-cut just so.  Luke shows you a rough square with his thumb and forefinger.Aye, we're beeter off without the commander here Luke.  This here's an enlisted man's tavern.  Ossifers spoil the fun!  Comes a shout from a nearby table.Hm, hmmm!Present company excepted sir.Damn straight.    The group at the table are three young human men and one half-elf man, none of them appear to be long out of their twenties.  The "ossifer" greets you with a pat on the back and a firm handshake.  Name's Officer Linwood Steen, just call me Steen.  These here's my boys: Brentson, Alregaard, and archer-specialist Davies.Good to have you here. Says Brentson, a well-built, muscular man.Blessin' of mishakal on ya.  Alregaard, the half-elf, greets you warmly.Welcome to southside.  Davies, a spindly man, nods and smiles.Brentson and Alregaard are knights, Davies hasn't applied yet.Ruttin' application fees.  Wally apparently thinks I got money growin' out my ears.I don't remember payin' any fee when I joined up.Me neither.Maybe ol' Wally's gone senile once and for all.</blockquote>

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