[center] "Now, is there anything else you need of me?"[/center]

Djonn felt like Thorpe wasn't being completely forward with him, but he thought it best not to press the Lieutenant too hard on the matter. He had hoped for more direct information on the Estates but he supposed that that would just have to come later, not that he was looking forward to getting back in touch with certain parts of his life. Djonn noticed out of the corner of his eye that several more guardsmen had arrived and were making conversation. He recognized all of them, though he did not remember all of their names. The majority of the group had been part of their little outdoor powwow outside of the Tavern last night. Two in particular, [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color] and [color=FF3333]Rook[/color], seemed to be pestering the Lessir whose name escaped him about something. Given the bunny man's large ears and their not so subtle gesticulation and gazing, he had an inkling of what it was. 

"No sir, that will be all. But really Thorpe, you need to cool down. Take some vacation days after this, I'm sure the Captain wouldn't mind. You're so strung up right now I'm half expecting you to snap in half while you're standing here. It isn't healthy to let things get you so worked up." The irony of Djonn's statement was lost on himself

Grabbing the maps and other relevant information he bid Thorpe farewell and made his way over to the group. He caught the tale-end of [color=FF66CC]Adele's[/color] mountain of technical jargon as he arrived, maps in one hand, glaive in the other. "Well alright boys, girls, and [color=8585AD]Marcel[/color]; we've just been given our marching orders. I'm sure [color=FF66CC]Adele[/color] will be happy to know that we won't be staying in any ratty inns or Taverns for the duration. In order to keep prices low for our wonderful Robber Baron benefactors, The White Guard has called in some favors and instead we will be staying at the Cossler, Reminar, and Baelin estates. For those out of the loop these three are some of the larger land owners in the region, well over ten thousand acres between the lot of them and they have graciously prepared rooms in their estates for Mister Hemming's men and ourselves." He paused to give them time to process the information. "However, the only one of us who gets to shack up in the estates themselves is me. The rest of you will be sleeping in the barns and stables with Hemming's men. Mister Hemming found it more cost effective if he did not have to pay Room and Board for the rabble. Because of this I have a proposition for you all. I am not exactly thrilled to be in contact with high society again and therefore I will be giving my room to whichever one of you proves themselves to be the most deserving of it at each of our three stops. Whatever that means is subject entirely to my whim so don't go seeking glory or get yourself killed so that you don't have to sleep in a stable or barn."