The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

Rhialto said:
Sir Faulker stands at the end of the street, smiling at you. "Ahh, youth... The many times I kept older men waiting..." He coughs. "Your good lads. I think you'll do well for us."

"Gods willing, Sir Faulker," Weel says with a bow of his head. "I believe we can forego further wandering until we reach camp. Thanks much for waiting.
 

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Sir Faulker leads the recruits to a large barracks. As they walk, they pass a large group of Ogres, wild-looking men, and even wilder looking Nibelungen, gambling. As they enter the barracks, the recruits hear a refrain of a song, sung by a woman with a clear voice and a slight accent. "--And the Red Lion went where the Black Lion led! Following the Black Lion, the Red! So hail, hail, hail Alamor! And hail, hail, hail his son! In battle their blades were as one! In battles, 'twas their blades that won!" Around where the call to hail is sung, the woman's voice is joined by the raucous voices of soldiers. Apparently, this is a popular song.

Sir Faulker takes them to a small room, and pulls out a book. "On the 12th day of Greenleaf, the year 1495, By the Reckoning of the Emperor, the 500th year of the Ascendant Dragon by the Elvish Count," he notes, jotting things down, "the Army of the True Emperor grew by four members." He glances at the group. "Would you mind signing your names, as it please you?"
 






Faulker glances at Alan, amused. "No, for while you may have taken the Emperor's cause, you hadn't taken his Oath, or his Coin." He pulls four silver coins out of his pouch and hands them to the recruits. "And now you have."
 


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