The day was too hot for Alaric, he despised summer and its heat. It frequently made his clothes stick and his armor chafe, so he found shelter under a great walnut tree in the yard of some tavern in Sersia, he had come in by boat the night prior from the Savage Islands home to cannibals and many tribes. He was now in search of more work, reading the leaflet of the Iron Tree Guild, he found a prospect for profit although their moral gibberish made him cringe.

He stared at their guild hall examining it carefully as he ate some fruit to help him cool off. His worn armor was strewn about around him along with the padding exposing a plain dark blue shirt and grey pants that sank into tall sturdy soldiers boots. His Falchion hung from his waist on a black leather belt decorated with silver forming thorny vines all around its surface to end in a gleaming silver Rose buckle.

"so..this is it?" He thought to himself in no particular hurry to go anywhere