"Alurat...[i]Alurat Tihr[/i]."

He dismounted, handing his reins to what he presumed was a stable boy. Including himself, four had arrived thus far, which was about the turnout he had expected for such a quest. Tremshire didn't seem to be particularly noteworthy and he doubted it would attract many experienced mercenaries. He pulled the leather glove on his right hand tight as he clenched his fist, expressing his readiness to be off.

"How large is the reward for this job? And how many will be in our company?" he asked, directing his question first at the noble before running his gaze over his soon-to-be companions.