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Truly, it was an offer no emotionally compromised boy in his late-teens could pass up.
A few moments after you leave the tavern, the young lad calls after you.
"Sir, sir! I want to go wiff ya, sir! I'm gonna protect my town sir, yes, just like ya said sir. Protect my town, that's wot i'm going to do. Just you wait sir, you won't regret this, sir!" He seems ecstatic. As he closes the door of the tavern behind him, you can faintly make out the raucous laughter of mercenaries.

"Now sir, I brought a wagon, sir. Into town. I had to steal it from me father to escape but I'm sure he won't mind, given the circumstances, sir. He's probably back there, right now sir, hostage in the town." Suddenly he looks angry. "Oh, I'm gonna show those White Wolfs wot for sir, just you wait. You won't regret this, no way. [b]They[/b] will regret it sir, just you wait."  

He runs his hand through his hair.
"But, sir, the point of it, sir, is wot's in the wagon. There's some goods sir, wot we can sell and get some cash. Not much, but surely enough for gear for me, sir, if you don't mind. I hope I will be getting gear sir, right?"



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