[color=a0410d][h1]Jerod Staudinger[/h1][/color]

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Jerod could not say he was surprised that the name was recognized and that he was still either famous or infamous for his fighting manner and being a general problem child. Well, that was not [i]entirely[/i] wrong, but it was hardly entirely right either. Such was being the run away, kind of hard to defend one self when they are not present to defend themselves from such unkind words. Keerin's remark on the delinquent noble got her a smile that, if it could project its chill, would have frozen a raging inferno in an eyeblink. Jerod didn't readily take kindly to the moniker of a delinquent noble, considering that he thoroughly cut ties his parents and even his eldest brother, and only cared about his sister as she still owed him a few favors, and had been by and far the least obnoxious. [color=a0410d]"Why, such kind words my dear. You'll make me blush at this rate."[/color]

[color=a0410d]"Though, much like any proper story, Fame and Infamy are two sides of the same coin. Fascinating to hear that my time as a second for my elder sibling's duels was not forgotten."[/color] The sellsword gave what the Crown Prince said due thought, bringing up the very clear concern that he could find himself fighting friends or even family, depending on how things turned out once they arrived in Elibe proper. While he could appreciate the thinking behind the question, it was of little concern. He was a sellsword, he did what he was paid to do. As he would say, even family, all part of selling one's sword arm for a living after all, sometimes jobs got nasty. [color=a0410d]"Your concern is appreciated Crown Prince, but unnecessary. I'm a sellsword, I do what I am paid to do, including crossing blades with my family. Gods, my brother would [i]relish[/i] the chance to try and teach me the error of my ways, though that would likely not go well for him. I fought their duels as their second for a very good reason, after all."[/color]

When Merilia asked if he had any friends that could help them in Elibe such the need arise, Jerod cocked his head briefly, chin resting in his hand as he gave the suggestion some thought. Lashiel still owed him several significant favors for duels won on her behalf, and thanks to his mentor, he had made several friends in army of Elibe that wouldn't have cared for the political advantage of distancing from the black sheep of the Stuadinger family. He gave her an appropriate answer, considering he would have to follow up on a great deal upon his return to confirm those friends still existed after all. [color=a0410d]"Besides the favors owed to me by my sister for the duels won at her behest? My mentor in swordplay and combat training, [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/81/a0/42/81a042f4a84125bc5aad1f8b3a4c5dde.jpg]Sir Fyodor[/url], moved onto a posting within the Army, if memory serves. Well liked by his men and his superiors, tad stern, but a good man all the same. I could also, if necessary, do some digging with the morally questionable of society, being a sellsword has taught me a thing or two about the seedy underbelly that every kingdom hides. Enough gold can get you just about anything, if you pay the right professional."[/color]