[b]Laciel - Piers - Margaret - Wyeth[/b]

Piers turned his head up and hesitantly grabbed the merc's hand. "Thanks." Dragging himself up using the help, Piers stood to his feet and introduced himself. "My name is Piers. thanks for helping me out."

Laciel helped the young man get back up on his feet, and heard his introduction. "No problem Piers, the name is Laciel, pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said smiling to the merc. "Anyways, before we go on, who are you lady," he asked the woman who was about his height. "You don't look like any guard from around here... You look more or less like your a part of a mercenary band."

"Well," Margaret explained, "Mercenaries would be a proper term more or less, but the group is called sacred blades. This here is my brother. Again what happened here? Piers can't hurt a small animal, much less a big scary ruffian. Never mind, you seem pretty skilled Laciel. If you want, you can ask to join our little group of merry folk."

As he listened to the womans explanation, he looked at the brother, and then back at the lady. "Are you crazy? He brutally destroyed that man, and your saying he can't even hurt a fly?" Laciel just shook his head at her comment, before continuing on. "Anyways, you never told me your name... Wait, did you just say that you were a part of the Sacred Blades?" Laciel was a bit surprised at what he was hearing. By some random luck, he had managed to run into two mercenaries who were a part of the group he was searching for earlier. "Well, I was planning on doing that when I found the Blades - pledge myself to their cause. Anyways, lets walk and talk Missy, I'll explain what happened."

Margaret motioned for Laciel to follow and started to walk, behind the two, Piers followed slowly. "Well for beginners, my name is Margaret. Me and piers are part of the Sacred Blade more or less, though Piers doesn't do much work in the field of fighting. When I walked up I saw Piers stabbing that man like he had no mind. what was that all about?" The merc explained the whole of what happened as the trio made their way down the street.

He had to admit, the feeling of having a sharpened sword on him was somewhat comforting, even if he didn't know how to use it, exactly. Wyeth sighed as his eyes flicked over the sharp, light blade. The smithy had done a good job. The "leader" of the Sacred Blades sighed and walked further down the street, slipping the iron sword into its sheath under his violet and canary yellow robes. All the while he had been in the blacksmith, he was wondering what the rest of the Blades were doing. And at the same time he hoped that they were okay.

As the trio walked through the town, they discussed the previous situation, Piers talking a little more than he previously had. As they approached the smithy a familiar face popped up. "Oh hey! Wyeth! Wyyyyyeth! I have a new member that could possibly join us. Whatta you think about him?" Margaret yelled out.

A feminine voice called out for him, making Wyeth glance up the street. It was then that he saw a group of people, with Margaret leading them toward him. "Ah, Margaret." he grinned at her, and then glanced up at the two young men behind her. "You've got a new recruit then?" he questioned, taking a few steps closer. "What's his name? What makes you think that he'll make a new addition to the group?" his eyes watched her closely, a frown crossing his face. He was extremely serious about his questioning-- he had to make sure that he wasn't going to let a "snake into their group".

"Well for one, my name is Laciel, and I presume that you are the leader of this mercenary group?" Laciel studied the man and his words before going on. "I for one have fended for myself for quite sometime, and your group works for justice in this realm, such as the Shepard did. Your group has the same ideals as I, and it has taken me some time to seek you guys out." Laciel rubbed the back of his, looking at the man in strange clothing. It reminded him of a certain legend he couldn't remember for the time being. "However, I will do what ever I can to prove my worth, sir... Uhm... Whats your name?"

Before Wyeth could speak, Piers quietly chimed in. "Um.... if it's worth anything, I feel like Laciel should be allowed in. He's more effective than I am, that's for sure. I trust him."

Laciel, huh? He seemed like he could be useful to the Sacred Blades. But Vincent had made him wary, and Wyeth felt as if he were pressured. He couldn't just brush the man to the side and tell him he couldn't join, but then again, he couldn't exactly be trusted. "My name's Wyeth." the tactician told him. His eyes flicked to Piers, who told him that Laciel should be allowed in. He did seem trustworthy. "I suppose I can allow you to join. But we'll be keeping a close eye on you." Wyeth's frown remained on his features. "If I see one sign of treason coming from you, I won't hesitate to strike you down where you stand. Understood?" The long haired man tried to make himself look intimidating [like he had seen Vincent do before] as he stared down the new recruit. "I said... am I understood?"

"Well you got it Wyeth," Laciel said, unfazed by the mans attempts to look intimidating. "And its a pleasure to serve under you sir," he said, trying to sound as polite as possible. "You won't expect any treason from me." Laciel extended his right hand, trying to be as friendly as possible to his new comrade in command.

Well, it seemed that Laciel seemed to outright ignore his attempt at being intimidating. His shoulders would have sagged right then and there, but he decided that he had to seem somewhat professional and give Laciel a good image. Wyeth would hate it if the new recruit thought that they were just a childish group of wanna-be Shepherds. "No need to call me sir," Wyeth said, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. "You can just call me Wyeth. Sir makes it seem like I'm the head of an army or the lord of a castle, and both are far from the truth." and with that, he smiled slightly. He couldn't seem that cold.

"Haha, alright," Laciel said as he finished shaking hands with Wyeth. "If I remember right, there's a joust today... Used to go to those with my family," Laciel said, thinking about his past. "I'm going to head to the place where the jousting area is later, because I need to get this taken care of." Laciel points to the wound on his left arm which was still oozing a bit of blood out. "See you guys later!" He gave a friendly smile, and wave before heading off to the nearest temple, in search on a cleric or priest who could mend his wound.