[center][b]Gawain Rochilde, Wonderman of Vasili[/b]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOrE2Qr1FMU]Early in the night, the moon a quarter from it's starting point.[/url][/center]

Boots stepped in the mud, leaving both a muddy trail as they lifted again, as well as a firm and deep imprint on the mud. For a large town, the Crossroads had a very lousy logistical construction. Or perhaps it was just because the Wonderman had found himself in a lousy, poor part of town, [i]as always.[/i] After all, the rich wouldn't take kindly to some Church of Light fellow, moping around and walking the streets whilst looking for [i]“The Kevil Arms”[/i]. Besides, he had been carrying his two handed sword on his back the entire time, which might give them reason to grow wary of the man, who might not look like a criminal, but certainly looked like a sword-for-hire to anyone who was worried for their purse. It didn't help that he had pulled a black hood over his hair, covering it and showing only his face, ears and neck. Many would ignore that he had done this for the rain, and simply see him a criminal, because it was easier to be simpleminded and stupid. However, from this you could conclude that, while he was a man of the faith, he had since long lost his robes of the church and instead had donned his adventurer like apparel.

His earplugs caused many heads to turn, and if someone didn't turn for his earplugs, they turned their heads for his large nose ring, which bounced back and forth with every step he took. But he didn't pay much mind to either the people or his bouncing nose-ring. Instead, he was focussed on the lady in front of him, who had a somewhat curved figure, although Gawain couldn't easily tell with her many furs, linens and cloak covering most of it. He had no doubt she was attractive, however. The small show of skin he caught with his eyes showed her olive skin, a color that Gawain had come to appreciate during his travels on the shores of Vahili, where many olive colored people had come to live. She was riding horseback, but the many people in the street, even at night time, gave her reason to ride cautiously, allowing Gawain to follow on foot with relative ease. He had a determined look in his stride, his eyes focussed and his face contorted in a serious expression. Mud released it's grip on Gawain's boots as he stomped them into the ground, and a sigh of relief was made. He'd found the Kevils Arms. Well, [i]she[/i] had found the Kevil Arms, but he had found [i]her.[/i] And that was good enough. 

While the lady dismounted her horse, Gawain turned around to pretend he wasn't tailing her. He hadn't a clue who this woman was or what her dealings were in this inn, but a woman clad in cloak, furs and linnens was most likely not your average woman. [i]Especially[/i] considering that this inn was refurbished into the recruiting point for the Consano. While she'd enter the building, Gawain would breathe in heavily before turning around and approaching the door. He'd breathe in again, deeper this time, and open it. [i]This is it.[/i] He swung the door back and stepped into the room, which was.. hardly lit. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness for a second before stepping in further. He walked all the way up until he was right next to the table, close to the lady that had also entered before him, boots clunking heavily as clasps clunked against hardened leather. 

Without warning, he pulled the large two handed sword from it's sheath on his back somewhat clumsily, something that might cause any armed men, and likely the two women and sir Chester themselves too, to be alarmed by his sudden movements with the weapon. But it'd become apparent what his plan was soon, as he kneeled before the table and placed the sword into the ground before him, the point plunking itself into the wooden floor. He bowed his head slightly, before speaking up. [b]“I, Gawain Rochilde, Wonderman of Vahili, hereby pledge my life and soul to the Consano to avenge my fallen father, fallen mother and.. presumedly plague-gripped sister, may the old gods and God of Light, whichever is true, save their souls. My sword is yours, lady Buxton, sir Chester.”[/b] He would remain on the floor until he was given an answer, making it all a very blown up scene, since others had gotten off with their voluntary partaking in the Consano a bit easier.

As he stood up, he added a slightly funny remark while sheathing his sword again. [b]“I might pledge my sword, but it is not a sharp one, and I'm not a sharp swordsman. Ha-ha..”[/b] He'd laugh slightly, although it was obviously fake laughter. He knew he wasn't funny but he had to pretend that he was cheerful and happy to fight for the Consano. In reality, he'd rather be in the Kingdom of Dawn, away from this evil plague. But then again, wouldn't any man in this room want the same for themselves and their families? Well, if they had any. No doubt many men were here, motivated by the exact same reason as Gawain - avenging fallen family. [b]“Well, my sword is near useless, but I am a man of God. Well, actually.. I am a man of Gods. But I can explain later, if you'd have me in the Consano. I used to be a priest-in-training, but I decided the live of the robes wasn't for me, so instead I took it upon myself to travel the lands and spread the word of God, or the Gods. Regardless of religion, people can find conciliation in superior powers. There's a plan for everything, and that's why I believe I should be here, fighting the right fight with you. Or alteast, I should do my duty to Vahili and atleast try to be accepted by you.”[/b] He looked at the two knights before him, hopeful but with a serious gaze in his eyes. It was clear he wasn't leaving unless he was accepted, or he got kicked out.