[i]It seemed on the bounty board, there was a Troll in need of slaying. It had kidnapped and eaten a man in his late thirties who's family can no longer provide for itself effectively. This bounty was appointed by the man's brother. 20 Gold for the Troll's head. If anyone was interested, meet the man at midday any day for the next week at the northern gate[/i]. 

The Captain of the Outfit leaned casually against the door with his arms crossed and one foot raised against the doorway, and gave a nod to Allard as the man approached. "Good to see you up," he told him. "I'll be heading around the town to look for some items to help out in killing whatever is trying to steal from Lord Pembrook. You coming with me?" Kayden's question was cut off when Lis headed down the steps, her expression making it clear she wasn't in the mood for any kind of shit, even moreso than usual. Kayden gave her a pleasant smile from her greeting, but turned his head at the mention someone was watching them. 

In fact it was a few someone's. The Drabarian was there first, a creature that would stick out like a sore thumb anywhere. The Guards escorted two more men in just to where the Drabarian stood, looking as if they were dumping off filth that they could sorely do without. They pointed them at the Guildhall, and called to Kayden. "They're your problem now!" The said. Kayden raised an eyebrow and replied. "Get going or you'll have problems of your own."

The Captain used his upraised foot to push him off the doorward and stand tall. "Are you looking to join up with us?" he called to the new recruits. "If so, speak up. We were just leaving and have little time to tarry." Kayden had a way of switching between casual and commanding in one swift moment, his tone changing smoothly. Even his posture, all without making it evident. Rook, Leon, and Othiyosia would see a large and in charge, burly Khalahar standing next to the dashing and slim Borderman, and just beside them was a surly Dwarfish lass. Kayden gave a grin and a nod to Rook when the man introduced himself and said he knew combat but not the Mercenary life. "Well, that's a start." he joked.

Even through multiple walls and the commotion of the streets, the companions at the fore of the Guildhall could hear the racket made by Hobnob and his crew in the backyard. Virgil the Veteran finished smoking his pipe, and mounted his charger as Hobnob worked on his contraption. "Hope you know what you're doing," Virgil said in his customary drawl. "Way things looks, we'll need all the help we can get." With that, Virgil began to head out the back fence gate.
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