[center][h1]William[/h1][/center]

William studied and scrutinized the parchment in front of him, and quite a sum of gold was a tempting reward for a job he was already pretty much doing. That said, would he be even paid the sum at all? As a "knight" of the realm he is kinda required to do all that "protect the realm and risk his life in the name of the people." Well whatever, if it means money and getting away from guard duty, then by all means throw your life away for the king. Maybe he can ask for 1500 upfront, and the other half be delivered to his mum at his unfortunate but woefully inevitable death.

 He was stationed at Evershot when he came across the pamphlet, and now here he was traveling along a sunny and dusty road to the capital. 

[i]Shoulda "requisitioned" a horse. F**k my feet are killing me, and this goddamn sun![/i]

Nonetheless he kept a steady marching pace, still going over the pamphlet as well as other traveling documents.

[i]Writ of Enlistment, Writ of Citizenship, Writ of Land Ownership, writ of my sweaty a**. The nobles really love their bureaucracy. Its a wonder how any illiterate sods can get by all these years (Hearts out to ya' mum).[/i]

William was absolutely having a whale of a time, when he heard a dwarven tune so commonly sang in many a tavern and traveling caravans. He trailed the dwarf from some respectable distance away and attempted to hum along, but ended up butchering the lower notes. As the dwarf took notice to his presence, he gave a lazy smile and wave.

[b]"Good day, sir dwarf. Don't mind me, just trying to get my mind off the throbbing pain in my feet."[/b]

[@ArenaSnow]