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Ah, interesting, finally someone whose work might accommodate my talents, Corbin thinks as he washes down his remaining spiced mead. He wanders over to the table where Robert is introducing himself to the bear of a man.
"Good morrow, fellows. And to you, my good man," Corbin says directly to the large fellow,
"or should I address you as Sir, or Lord..." Corbin feels a bit embarrassed.
All those years living in a yurt with the halflings, I never learned how to distinguish a nobleman from a common man.
"My name is Corbin Elmentis. While an easy bit of coin is not precisely my desire, if it offers the chance to spread the word of Issolatha and fight for her glory, I will happily be your champion, and present a portion of the rewards as an offering to my goddess."