"Greywood Company; join today!"
That was what the measly parchment said. It wasn't anything from anyone in a higher-class, that was certain. Shivian thought for a moment, realizing that he had spent most of his time training under higher-class swordsmen. People who had retired from services in the armed forces and merely taught what they knew. Too many of them taught similarly. It was the few middle-class teachers Shivian had learned from that showed the most diversity. Now was a chance to learn from a low-class group. The fighting style would certainly be raw and unclean, but powerful. This could prove for an interesting experience.

[b]"Blasted Greywood Company,"[/b] a town guard said, walking up to the poster. [b]"Vandalizing our town like this . . . what nerve!"[/b] The man tore down the poster in a swift motion adding it to a small bundle of similar swatches of parchment. It didn't matter much to Shivian, as he had been convinced and gathered all the information he needed, but the Company wasn't going to earn many more members with guards taking down every poster they put up.

Shivian simply started making his way toward the camp, imagining the styles of swordplay he would learn while among them. Then he remembered that swords tended to be more expensive than other weapons. [b]"What if there are no swordsmen there?"[/b] he mumbled to himself. But he quickly reconsidered. [b]"Surely there must be at least one. They may be running thin, but they've got to have at least one in order to be a diverse company."[/b]

The camp wasn't any fancier than the poster. In fact, it was less attractive, if anything. It was a rather small and run-down place, and Shivian wondered if there were any rewards to joining. The best thing to do, though, was ask around. He heard a woman shout something, and as he neared, he saw her drop a number of fliers similar to the one he had seen earlier, and she fell backwards into the mud, on top of the small few posters.

Shivian kept his look of entertainment to a simple smile as he approached, offering a hand to help her get to her feet. [b]"Would you know who I should speak to about joining up with this Greywood Company?"[/b] he asked, hoping she could give him directions.