The young Bretonnian flushed with pride at Volker’s words of his countrymen’s skill in cavalry. Frans Vou was a knight and nobleman after all and knew well the discipline and skill which the realm chevaliers possessed as they rode into battle. Frans Vou’s pleasure was short lived however as Volker continued, explaining his recent duties within the Guild. Guard duty and patrolling was the work of men-at-arms not professional warriors. Such tiresome duties did not sit well with Frans Vou and he stirred in his seat, glad once Volker changed the subject and answered him on his apprehensions with the Old Folks’ banter.

	“Aye, zose zings do not concern moi. I too see no need to meddle in zair affairs. I zal take ou’s advice and leave old battles to rest in zair graves.” Frans Vou said in dismissal, waving away his earlier concerns like they were a stale scent on the breeze. Just then, a thin middle-aged man who had managed to enter unnoticed by Frans Vou spoke up from the corner of the room, announcing his purpose, and also the opportunity to speak with the Guild’s recruiter himself. Standing from his table Frans Vou nodded to Volker, utter a friendly. “Excuse moi for zee moment friend.” Turning away the knight proceeded across the tavern, his hand resting relaxed upon his sword hilt as he came before the recruiter, boldly introducing himself.

	“Salutations good man, I am Sir Francois Vou Bluspereaux, and I am interested in joining zee Guild. For important duties only, of course.”