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The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

Helm smiles at Weel's questions. "We'll stay here for the night, then get you recruits some horses." He nods over his shoulder, indicating his men. "Kaspar, Bernlad, and Origen can help you get your bearings straight." He takes one last look at the crowd. "Well? Is that all? Only three people are willing to bring the fight to the Emperor?" He catches sight of Graeval in the crowd. "Brother Nibelung! Long have my people stood in friendship with yours! Will you let this usurper take our land from us, as the cruel clan of Bressa has taken your lands from you?"
 

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Rhialto said:
Helm smiles at Weel's questions. "We'll stay here for the night, then get you recruits some horses." He nods over his shoulder, indicating his men. "Kaspar, Bernlad, and Origen can help you get your bearings straight." He takes one last look at the crowd. "Well? Is that all? Only three people are willing to bring the fight to the Emperor?" He catches sight of Graeval in the crowd. "Brother Nibelung! Long have my people stood in friendship with yours! Will you let this usurper take our land from us, as the cruel clan of Bressa has taken your lands from you?"

Weel moves over to join the other two new recruits. Weel's used to being the "big guy" in a crowd, and isn't quite sure what to make of the towering youth who came in with the recruiters. Still, he extends his hand in the general direction of both young men, plants a smile he hopes looks warm and sincere despite his general apprehensions about what might be coming down the line, and makes with the introductions.

"Hello, I'm Weel. I'm actually from Poins, myself, but I've been ... abroad several years. Came back to visit my family. At least the overnight stay will let us say a proper goodbye, then, right?"
 

While Helm continues to extort the crowd for more members, and the mysterious Rus noble leans on his horse, watching the scene in apparent boredom, the other three Syrans walk towards the recruits. A man with a scruffy beard glances at them. "I'm takin' the boys to the local hostelry. If'n ye want a word with us--well, we'll be at the bar. Lubricatin' our thinkin' processes."
 
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jkason said:
Weel moves over to join the other two new recruits. Weel's used to being the "big guy" in a crowd, and isn't quite sure what to make of the towering youth who came in with the recruiters. Still, he extends his hand in the general direction of both young men, plants a smile he hopes looks warm and sincere despite his general apprehensions about what might be coming down the line, and makes with the introductions.

"Hello, I'm Weel. I'm actually from Poins, myself, but I've been ... abroad several years. Came back to visit my family. At least the overnight stay will let us say a proper goodbye, then, right?"

Caradoc returns the handshake with a nod and a smile. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Caradoc Nuttall, also originally from Poins, recently returned from a few years' study in Syra to work in my family's store just across the street there. Speaking of which, I had better go and explain my decision regarding recent events before too long." He turns to Alan, laying a hand on his shoulder. "And Alan, so good to see you again! Of course, it looks as though we'll be seeing one another regularly for some time to come, though I'm not quite sure how long the average insurrection lasts" he says with a laugh.
 

Bloodcookie said:
Caradoc returns the handshake with a nod and a smile. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Caradoc Nuttall, also originally from Poins, recently returned from a few years' study in Syra to work in my family's store just across the street there. Speaking of which, I had better go and explain my decision regarding recent events before too long." He turns to Alan, laying a hand on his shoulder. "And Alan, so good to see you again! Of course, it looks as though we'll be seeing one another regularly for some time to come, though I'm not quite sure how long the average insurrection lasts" he says with a laugh.

Weel nods at the sentiments of both young men.

"Yes, my parents haven't seen me in far too long, and they deserve a proper sit down before I run off," he says. "But I suspect it won't do to turn down an offer of hospitality from the men who'll be giving us our marching orders. A short drink, I say, then I'm off to share unexpected news with my family before the morning."

Weel gestures after the departing soldiers and heads off to follow. This day was turning out to be a series of events that deserved a hearty drink to help wash them down.
 

Inside The Bearded Flea, Doris has already returned, along with several of the patrons. The three Syran soldiers quickly take a table in the corner, and quietly order drinks.
 

Caradoc nods in agreement with Weel, and begins to follow. "Yes, that sounds fine. Best to find out what's what before anyone who might have been helpful becomes too drowsy or... "spirit-ed" to give us any useful information."
 

Rhialto said:
Inside The Bearded Flea, Doris has already returned, along with several of the patrons. The three Syran soldiers quickly take a table in the corner, and quietly order drinks.

Weel takes a seat at the table with the Syrans [OOC: if the table's too small to accomodate six comfortably, he'll just grab an adjascent one], and introduces himself in much the same way he did to Caradoc and Alan, and orders for himself, as well.

After successfully managing to keep his knee from bouncing with his nervous energy, he turns to the scruffy-bearded man who spoke to him outside and starts with "So, then, have the three of you been following Sir Sadric long, then? How long has he been recruiting, anyway?"
 

jkason said:
Weel takes a seat at the table with the Syrans [OOC: if the table's too small to accomodate six comfortably, he'll just grab an adjascent one], and introduces himself in much the same way he did to Caradoc and Alan, and orders for himself, as well.

After successfully managing to keep his knee from bouncing with his nervous energy, he turns to the scruffy-bearded man who spoke to him outside and starts with "So, then, have the three of you been following Sir Sadric long, then? How long has he been recruiting, anyway?"

...And, Caradoc chimes in, what might our immediate objective be? I don't imagine we'll be storming any city walls right from the get-go."
 

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