Kayden was quite sleepy from boredom...at first. The dashing but battleworn Mercenary Captain nearly spilling his drink mid-sip when Tiny kicked the door in. A few drops of the Ale ran down his wrists, and that jolt sent him fully awake once more. How the hell can that little Gnome kick like that? Oh well. From what he'd seen of the bridge after that faithful day once he had attempted to head back to Starkvale through the traditional road, he knew to expect the unexpected from Hobnob and his assortment of crewman. 
"Secret?" he asked with a rough voice, running a hand down his face and shaking his head to gathering himself once more. "I can get her for you, though it might take a day or two. Then again, she might walk through that door in a second, hard to tell." 
He cleared his throat, and downed a bit more of his drink. "She's still in my employ for a bit. I'll send someone out to Hillcrest if she doesn't show up here tonight, my friend." His next words seemed like small talk, but it was indeed a great honor nonetheless. "I hear Lord Silias gave you a fair bit of resources for a certain project. What exactly is it?"
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Morek stood as still as a Stone statue before the Vault door, just as he did on the first day Kayden had called all of them to the ruined Watch tower. He regarded Nuva as the Skayleigh approached, giving a respectful but dark look to Nuva. Not threatening, but reserved in any case. He didn't mind the tall Half Elf, but Morek was nothing if not vigilant. He gave a thumbs up to Nuva, and turned to unlatch the door to the Vault. The mechanism was a heavy wooden beam, but Morek moved it like he was picking up a small dagger. 

"And some of that Wine for me, please." a silky voice said from behind Nuva. The athletic, leather armored Elven woman named Secret stood poised, her hands behind her back and her eyes twinkling with amusement. Morek turned to regard her appearance as well, then shrugged. "No problem, Elf." 
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The Guards stood before the great Oak gate of Starkvale, the huge doors reinforced with iron to withstand even an assault by a ram manned by Ogres for quite some time. The doors were open however, but completely blocked off by armsmen wearing grey and sky blue colors. Their faces grim and unyielding before the crowds on the outskirts of the city. 
As Marcus approached, he would see a Sergeant at the fore of the Guard, speaking to a few common folk who claimed they had family in the city to stay with. He seemed entirely unconvinced. Marcus would need to tell the Sergeant he was eager to join the new Merc Guild, and if so, he would be lead there by armed guard. Rumor has it if he was rejected by Kayden, he would be lead out of the city post haste. If he was found lying, he would be imprisoned. If he attempted to flee before making it to their destination, there were grounds he could be hung. It seemed the city was packed and would only accept the essential folk.
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