[center][b]Gawain Rochilde, 'Wonderman of Vasili'[/b]
[b]Orwen Sudernlan, 'Brown', 'Woden'[/b][/center]

Gawain carefully shifted his balance from one leg to the other as he sheathed his weapon, looking around for a moment. He seemed awfully out of place here - the soldiers, the two hard-ass commanders.. even the others whom he presumed to be here to apply were looking much like battle hardened individuals. He followed lady Buxton with his eyes, turning even to look at her. Following her with his eyes, he looked upon another woman. [i]That's three.[/i] Three women were here, and Gawain could respect them for it. He also had noticed he had gotten some strange looks. [i]Damnit, I messed it up. What line did I say wrong..[/i] he thought to himself, recounting what he had said to the company. It would seem that Gawain was under the impression that a confession of loyalty was common place and that the others would also follow suit and profess loyalty. But this turned out to be untrue. He felt kind of stupid, mostly because he had already made a fool of himself.

His hands were shaky and sweaty, as was his forehead. It was obvious that Gawain was nervous, very nervous. Here he was, laying down his blade for some man and woman that called themselves sir and lady. He knew nothing of them, [i]nothing.[/i] He was to battle some plague in name of some king he barely knew, in order to save people he barely knew. [i]Why?[/i] Why was he here? He wished he could turn around and walk away, rethink it all. Instead he was nailed to the floor as he gazed upon a newcomer. A beautiful blonde lady, who was covered in furs and a woollen cloak. She was.. stunning, to say the least. For some reason he felt calmth as he gazed upon her, as if he could feel the God of Lights' calmth emanating from her. He knew this wasn't true, it couldn't be. There hadn't been new 'speakers' in ages, and only the kings could now claim to be speakers for God. And any man of the robe knew that to be a false claim, only accepted by the church due to the power basis the kings had. 

But yet, he felt calm. It was amazing, euphoric almost. He was pulled back from his stare at this new lady and turned back around to his new commander. [b]“Yes commander, sir Chester, sir.”[/b] Gawain had no idea what to say, how to say what he didn't know to say, Gawain had more or less no idea about anything. He noticed his hands trembling again, and he clenched his teeth, trying to force himself to stop trembling and man up. [i]You're with the Consano now.[/i] Act like it. [b]“I am a man of God and Gods, sir. If I ever betray you, I'd not only expect you to drive a knife into my heart, I expect my God and Gods to do the same.”[/b] Betrayal was low, although some Northerners didn't see this the same way, since tricking enemies was an art of battle and thus, betrayal was allowed. Gawain tended to agree as long as it was about battle, but the Consano was hardly an army. It wasn't even large enough to be seen as a militia. He had expected something grander, a group of knights, soldiers, true fighters. But here they were. 

He turned away and started to walk the other way, wanting to take a seat - and a breather - and wait for more people to show up. But last second, he changed his mind and turned back. [b]“Sir Chester, I-”[/b] [i]“So… what do we have here? A rather big rat or did you per chance drop coin and now are searching for it?”[/i] Karen's voice rang through the inn, soon enough followed by lady Buxton's voice. [i]“I don’t think rats smell that bad,”[/i]

Gawain was interrupted mid sentence and forced to look around, towards the door. It seems Karen had uncovered a man who was listening in, giving Gawain no doubt that this woman was more dangerous than she had made herself out to be. If she could tell that a man was hiding behind a door simply by .. listening, Gawain assumed, then that meant she had trained ears. Gawain's eyes shot out to Karen's hands, trying to discern if she'd killed men and women before. Sometimes you could tell, by cuts, bruises or old scars. Or sometimes you could just see, because killers usually had strong hands, like a smithy. Gawain was unable to discern as much. He switched his vision to the man that they had uncovered, and looked at him. He wore a bandana, much like Gawain himself, but he also looked rugged and battle ready. Not like the others, however.. but more casual. Like he knew what he was doing, so he decided that he didn't need armor. Gawain opened his mouth to interject and stop them from calling the man names. [b]“I thin-..”[/b] He quickly remembered his place, and given that his commanders already seemed to hate his guts, he shut his mouth and walked closer to the wall, taking up a position near the beautiful blonde fur and wool-covered lady. As he approached her he gave her a short smile, wondering to himself if she was a woman of the old faith, or the new. 

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[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJCFSKLrVHU]A foreign tune, from lands of southern regions.[/url][/center]
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Heavy boots approached again from outside, a hand extended towards the blonde man in front of the door, followed by a swift, small push to the side to force a way through. A tall, bearded and handsome brown haired man stepped through, wearing a burgundy tunic with a dark, hard leather jerkin over it. He wore a brown pair of linen pants, with knee high leather boots strapped up nice and tight. Around the mans neck were a set of two necklaces, one with an image of a horse shoe attached to it, which was the sign of the desert people in the south, the other with a Nordic religious image on it. Along all that, he also wore a lot of rings. One, in specific, stood out. It was a ring that was flat on top, with the imprint of a hammer in it - a sign known to all as a slavers insignia. It was clear this man was well dressed, rich and certainly a slaver, or that he owned a bussiness in slavery.  

His steps, posture and looks spoke of self assurance, a certain air of arrogance and even a hint of superiority. As he looked on, he took a good, hard look around the inn. He would put his hands folded behind his back, walking around a bit and approaching some soldiers. Without asking as much as a question, he grabbed one of their chins and turned his head, looking him up and down. It was obviously not appreciated, but the mans' rude approach and aggressive appearance, as well as the wealth of chains and rings, prevented the man whom was being checked up and down from doing anything. The rich man nodded a bit and looked at the other soldiers, before walking back to the door. 

He would stand closely to lady Buxton and Karen, before repeating the process with Karen. He would grab her chin without asking any questions, using two fingers, his thumb and index finger. Afterwards, he'd rotate her head and give her a good look. He would then let go and nod again before looking past Karen and towards Gawain and Sarah. He would look at them confused, almost as if to say [i]'who are these two?'[/i] But not a word came from him. It was all.. very strange, a man walking in, looking all rich and dangerous with a flail hanging from a leather loop attached to the mans' belt. 

After looking around some more, inspecting the building, again not saying anything, he finally looked at Sir Chester and Lady Buxton. [b]“Sir Chester, lady Buxton, if I may be so free.. what a [i]shithole.[/i]”[/b] He grinned heavily and looked towards Karen and then towards the soldiers. [b]“And I thought I paid you all for amassing a company, a true soldiers esquadron. This is more like.. like a militia. No, it's not even that. A militia has uniforms.. hmm.. This is more like a band of robbers, waiting in the bushes for a lady like her-”[/b] Orwen pointed at Sarah, with no shame. [b]“-to pass by and then beat her senseless, take her valuables, take [i]her[/i] if she's unlucky and then possibly take her captive and enslave her.”[/b]

Gawain looked at the strange man with wide open eyes, following him around as he walked and inspecting everything. Was this.. another commander? A higher up than even sir Chester and lady Buxton? The man gripped Karen without asking, and Gawain felt for a moment that Karen would slit the man's throat. Then the man finally declared that this place was a shithole, and that he had paid sir Chester and lady Buxton.. an investor? And those chains.. a man from the south, or at the very least a man who spends a lot of time there. But a Nordic hanger? How peculiar. When the man pointed at Sarah, Gawain wished to step forwards and say some words to soothe the situation. It seemed like this man, who was thought to be an investor. But why the flail? Was he coming with the Consano? That could be.. interesting? More like a disaster. Gawain, however, held his tongue as he looked at Sarah, to see how she was affected by this investors' words, and then looked at lady Buxton, as if to say [i]who is this man?[/i]

Orwen continued, talking to sir Chester and lady Buxton in specific. [b]“Speaking of enslavement, do you two know how much slaves I had to sell to rent this place for the time you required it?”[/b] he said it with a grin, as if it was funny, as if slavery was some joke. [b]“Two, my lady, good sir. Two slaves. I sold my best two slaves, strong men who can work the land. I hope this is worth it. I have more funds at the ready, but at the moment you'll have to make due with this.”[/b] 

He pulled a heavy leather sack, tied with some string. He tossed it towards sir Chester, who would find that inside the bag was a lot of coin. [i]A lot.[/i] Now, Orwen wasn't throwing around money [i]just[/i] to show off, although that was part of the act ofcourse, he was also giving them money to afford the rations, the uniforms and any other expenses that had to be made for these new recruits. He turned around again, facing towards lady Buxton and Karen, smiling at the both of them. [b]“It's good to finally be able to do something other than sit in my castle-keep, drink wine and fuck slaves.. I mean, maids. Maids, ofcourse. Although I do miss my oceanview, nothing gives me more pleasure than seeing my fleet with new.. maids.. arrive at my docks. Do you know what I mean, lady Buxton?”[/b] He smiled again, a dark, eerie smile than proved that Orwen really didn't care about things normal people considered bad or vulgar.