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	Forbhin grumbled as his mount walked through the ramshackle town of Alonso, sheltering himself from the rain with a torn burlap sack. How did he end up here? Roaming through the dying carcass of a city, on a lame mule, his only shelter from the mournful rain being a rotting old sack. That he had to steal in the first place. Apparently his habits of disloyalty had finally come back to bite him, as none of the wealthier nobles in other lands hired him. However they figured out that he'd always turn tail and run when he actually had to protect them was lost to him.

	He heard muffled voices around the corner. He dismounted, and peeked around the corner. What he saw was the town square's fountain, with two Legionnaires standing in front of it, one of them shouting.

	The fountain was withered and dying. It wasn't ejecting any water, but that wasn't really an issue, seeing the pouring rain. It was covered in flowers, as if some fool actually bothered making the pitiful thing looking like anything less than obsolete and crumbling. The legionnaire shouted, "Join the Legion today! Travel the Tempesta, and build a new tomorrow!... The pay is mostly in food and board, and the [i]real[/i] pay is the worthwhile work of the Legion. Make a difference, today! Louis has all the necessary paperwork..."
	
	Forbhin rubbed his whiskered chin. It didn't sound like anything worthwhile, but if he [i]were[/i] to join the Legion again, he could probably get work from the big wigs again! They'd probably be sending mercenaries just to [i]find[/i] him! He mounted his mule, and trotted it over to the Legionnaires, clearing his throat as he approached them.

	"Good day! I couldn't help but overhear that you were recruiting soldiers? If so, I would very much like to offer my services." Forbhin boasted.