Othiosiya felt the stares of people as he walked along the streets. Each time one of the many passer-bys turned his head to keep track of him with his eyes it was like a small needle inserted into his back. It was so in spite of the fact that the Drabarian was wearing almost his entire armor, the only exception being the helmet which he just found inadequate to wear in the civil public. Still the root cause of his little problem very well could be just that large amount of steel covering his body. While one could hardly consider it unusual to see an armored individual in general, in his case it seemed like it was. It could have something to do with the fact that each of his steps sounded as if a small giant had found his way into Starkvale. Othiosiya tried to keep the clanking to a minimum, but real success with that was nowhere to be heard.

It wasn't surprising then that he caught the attention of one of the city's guards before it had come to his mind to address them by himself. A sternly looking man came towards him and blocked his way, forcing Othiosiya to crane his neck down to his face and answer his questions immediately.
"What are you looking for, Drabarian ?"
Always those ulterior motives. Why didn't the guard directly ask for the pieces of parchment or whatever else was needed here to make clear that his presence wasn't something illegal ? Othiosiya forced himself to remain patient and polite. [color=ffff00]"I'm looking for the Mercenary Guild. I've been told such a thing exists in this city."[/color]
"That's right. Do you want to join or what is the purpose of your desire to go there ?"
[color=ffff00]"You can consider your first guess to be correct. However I'm wondering why this is of so much concern for you ?"[/color] The Drabarian arched an eyebrow, but even his long and sharp teeth failed to make much of an impression.
"Regulations. You can go there, of course. However someone will escort you." The guard gave a sign with is hand, signaling one of his colleagues to take over.

The other man didn't look anywhere less small compared to Othiosiya and one could get the impression that he was keeping a bit of a distance from the wants-to-be mercenary. After all Othiosiya could suffer from a sudden feeling of faintness, fall and bury him beneath his body and hard shell. Or he could just do a wrong move by accident and crush his foot. Moving rather slow it took several more minutes for the guild hall to come in sight. Someone was standing there and appeared to wait for something to happen, but of course the Drabarian had no idea that it was the captain. The guard departed and gave Kayden his salute while leaving Othiosiya to his own intentions. In a somewhat respectful distance, the giant Drabarian waited. He wasn't sure if it could be inadequate for him to come closer to the captain directly.

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