Remington grumbled to himself silently as his scale male clanked in the wee hours of Rostguard morning. Jel was a total and complete idiot. Ever since the Emperor's cronies had picked up the screaming little worm when he was a mere babe from the ashes of a gnoll village, he was still incompetent. Oh, wasn't he the Emperor's finest man. Led over fifty successful reconnaissance Sorties. Huh! His only real talent was getting human whores so drunk that they were willing to lie with him. He couldn't do anything right. Of course, because he was of the Empire, he had to honor a fallen brother and blah blah blah blah. Now he'd have to stay in this dingy village for at least another week while they found a replacement, all because Agent 456 couldn't kill a barber with a mad hyena. Anyways, he wasn't really of the Empire. He was doing it for the money. The [i]money[/i]. 

Ah, there he was. Remington felt his dagger's hilt. Maybe I could chance it now... no, he was with an armed man. Hmm. Fitted the description perfectly. Now to get on with orders.
"Mister Elric Barber, I presume? I have orders to protect you and your house with a company of four-" He motioned to the soldiers behind him. "-until the... events of last night are fully accounted for."