[center][h2][color=f26522]Artyom Barkov[/color][/h2][/center]

It was interesting. 

All he had done was shake a kid's hand (named Troe... came from a noble house and still acted like that meant something in this new day and age. Who knew, maybe he'll live long enough that it just might) and stated an interest in heading South in pursuit of fun and profit when an absolute flood of people came out of the woodwork in order to join such an endeavor! One of them was even a talking bloody fox! Hell, he strongly suspected that if he waited for a little while longer a couple more people would show up and attempt to throw their lot in with this group that seemed to be forming around himself and Troe. 

If Artyom had known it would have been this easy to create a mercenary band, he would have gone out on his own years ago. Still, there were some things that had to be brought into order first and foremost. 

Letting out a short, sharp whistle in order to draw forth the attention of everyone there, he quickly slid into the role of a confident sergent. "[color=f26522]Alright everyone listen up! To answer what questions that have been asked so far, yes this group is going to be heading South in relation to the bounty just offered and anyone who asked if we could use whatever talents or skill set you just said welcome aboard![/color]" Taking a moment to take a deep breath, he quickly continued "[color=f26522]I have faced these things before and survived, I'm happy to go into more detail about that [i]after[/i] we have started to head off because I would don't want to tell that story more times then I have to for educational purposes and I suspect we'll be getting a few more people before we leave.[/color]"

Taking a moment to see if there were going to be any other hopefuls walking over to sign up, he quickly decided to get into the brass tax "[color=f26522]Now that we have that settled, my name is Artyom and who here knows where we can get a wagon or two, some beasts to pull it and some basic supplies around here? Because I don't know about you but I would rather avoid cannibalism because there wasn't any food for as long as possible.[/color]" From the dark chuckle that escaped him, it was meant to be a joke... mostly.

Pointing out to the man with the ladle, he quickly asked "[color=f26522]You know how to fight as well as cook? Because it'll make everyone's lives a lot easier if you can.[/color]"

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