[color=darkred][center][h1][b]W[/b]arren [b]W[/b]yk[/h1][/center][/color] [center][IMG]http://i62.tinypic.com/iwiy3b.jpg[/IMG][/center] [hr] Warren had been spending a few minutes in his small room to clean the dirt and grime off of his new heater shield, which it had collected during the march to the Hoffburgt. Black was the most obvious color, and even if no one knew the company by name, at least they'd call them 'the ones with black shields'. Warren himself preferred a round shield, but a heater shield would still serve the same purpose. If ever he had the time, he'd personalize it with his own custom sigil. He took the time to let one of the company's tag-alongs dye his surcoat a combination of black and blue to match the 'uniform' of the Black Shields. The helmet... Warren never was a fan of helmets. It was fortunate that, of all the men and women he'd run across, he actually got the chance to speak to Floure, an old acquaintance from Coedwin. He'd been hired to escort her and her company down through Redsand, spoke to her a few times even. He liked the girl, but there was some disappointment as to why she was here. Surely she wasn't offering pleasure to these men. It was an acceptable profession for sure, but Warren himself always hated the idea of woman degrading themselves in such a manner. Still, always nice to see and speak to a familiar face. Terryn himself was an acceptable commander. He was to-the-point, hard, and just - the type of commander Warren preferred. Those men had the balls to get dirty, and it made them all the more better in Warren's eyes. A few more wipes of the washcloth and the shield shined like new. Proud of his 'work', Warren lifted the heater shield and let is sit on his knees, holding the top with his hands. [i]Not round, but still a shield.[/i] "Ekhm," Warren coughed, feeling blood spray through his mouth. "Ekhm, ekhm." Warren swallowed the collected blood and shook his head, clearing his throat. "Monarch be damned," he proclaimed as he saw blood splattered across his shield, throwing it over to the side. “WARREN! SAEWINE! LAURENCE," yelled Terryn. Warren sparked up, heeding the call. "Get your asses in uniform and meet me outside!" Grudgingly, Warren threw on the annoying helmet. It didn't take long for the disabled veteran to pull his shield back up and whip into the hallway. The world began to turn as the sudden movements caused him to feel sick. [i]Damn this illness[/i], he thought. Fortunately, he managed his way in front of the commander with Saewine and Laurence - trying his absolute best to stand at attention. “Listen up scumbags! We're tasked with protecting the kings son, Dorran, and that's what we'll do! Me and you, we're the ones who will be with him at all times! Do you understand me, idiots?” Warren took in the orders as he always had. Not that big of a deal. The son of the king was going to be vulnerable here soon, and Warren and his allies would need to protect him with their life. He'd done these jobs a thousand times, albeit with whores and peddlers. [i]Another day, another job[/i], he thought. Personally, he wanted to be out there, fighting enemies of justice, and putting the heads of the followers of Sawarim on pikes. [hr] Warren remained silent, as expected no doubt, as Terryn led them through the Hoffburgt, showing them around. Warren had been here before, when the current King, Gregar, took the throne from the Queen. Of course he didn't do it forcefully, but Warren never liked the idea of some new king coming in and taking the throne from the queen like he did, especially since he attempted to intimidate her with his mercenaries. There was no foul play, and there was always a chance Warren's original mercenary group could have been hired by Gregar, but it still didn't sit well with him. But if protecting Dorran made everyone happy, then so be it. It didn't take to reach Dorran's chamber. Along the way Warren had subconsciously been wiping the dry blood from his shield, though it still remained pretty obvious on it. After being introduced by Terryn, Dorran approached Saewin and spoke to him. Noble this, noble that, pretty usual stuff. But then he looked at Warren. “Ah.. and is this.. the famous Wyke? I've heard lots about you and your bands of raiders. Not all good things. But atleast those bad things happened to the Sawarim following Sultanate scum and not honest and hardworking Broacienians.” There was no way Warren was about to disrespect Saein, Laurence, Dorran, and especially Terryn by blatantly calling the Sawarim out. He bit his tongue and refused to say a few choice racist words. [i]At least we're on the same page[/i], he thought, [i]fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] “Very well, I am not really that interested in your former professions" Dorran continued. "That's just a formality my father told me to ask you, but frankly I don't give a rat's arse what you did before you joined the Black Shields. But I am interested by something else.. please, tell me your motivations for joining the company.. is it money? Greed? Or were you running from something.. truly, I am interested in your stories.” Warren stepped forth and removed his helmet. [i]Ooh, that feels better[/i], he thought. "I'm here doing what I've always done, Prince Dorran." [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] "I'm a fighter, a warrior - always have been, always will be." [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] "I served your mother-in-law because to me that was the right thing to do." [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] "I serve your father, because to me that is the right thing to do." [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] "Perhaps one day, should you be a good and just king, I shall serve you, under the command of Terryn of course, and in the service of the Black Shields." [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i] "I'm just a man trying to make my way in the world, doing what I do best." With a gentle bow, obviously one Warren didn't want to give, Warren backed up and stoof beside Laurence and Saewine again. [i]To kill fucking sand-eating savages.[/i]