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	Allard towered over the other delivery men, who were either moving wine barrels in pairs or with cattle. Allard on the other hand, had a barrel in each arm and one on his back. He picked up a job for the day to help deliver wine to the royal banquet, and with how many barrels they were bringing in, they must have been a thirsty lot. The one on his back he was told was a special one and must be treated with care, which is why he strapped it on in the first place. He noticed that it was particularly light, and that it didn't seem to contain wine, but he shrugged it off with somewhat of a knowing grin. He placed his two barrels on the racks in the wine cellar and went to unstrap the other on his back, carfully making sure not to rock it around too much. He walked over and set it off to the side. 

	It had been around a week since he had escaped from the Fotian arenas, his heart still heavy. Since he had recovered, he had been milling about wondering what he wanted to do next. Everything he had worked for in life was now gone. Cruel fate had given him back his daughter and had taken it away just as quickly. His mind drifted as he gripped the blade at his side. He shook his head, thinking that maybe he just needed a drink. He wiped his face with a sigh, all drinks had seemed bitter recently, even when he 'sampled' some of the fine wine. He went back to the cart to retrieve more wine when he overheard some of the regular deliverymen talking.

	 "Did you hear? The king is putting together a force with warriors from around the five countries!"
	"Really? Seems odd, whatever would we need something like that around here for?"
	 "I dunno, maybe its a political move to bring everyone together."
	"Doubt it'll last long. These alliances never seem to last more than one conflict. Wonder what has them so worried."
	 "Don't get me lying, but hear this. I heard that if you can prove your mettle, you'll be right as rain."
	"In what way?"
	 "WHY IN BLOODY MONEY, OF COARSE! Why else would ya risk life an limb!? Aye, I believe a man could be rightly set doin' it."
	"Maybe I should give it a go then, eh?"
	 "Horseshit, with your two left feet? You would die tripping down the stairway of the castle on your way out the door."
	"Aw, shut it and help me get this unloaded."

	An Alliance Force? That could be promising. He lifted another two barrels with ease as he walked by the two men who were still struggling to get one from the cart. After setting them down he noticed them headed his way. It was the last barrel so he picked it up from them and rested it on his shoulder. [color=9ACD32]"So, this alliance business. Where would ya go ta sign up fur somethin' like that?" [/color] The two men exchanged glances as the older one spoke up. "Well, you might here the king say something about it soon, but I'll tell you now, keep on working like you are, and I'll offer you Hobb's job," the man said with a chuckle. "Ey! Don't even joke, I've got me and mine to take of too, you know." they both laughed as they went back around to the front of the wagon. Allard set the last barrel in the racks and walked over to meet them to collect his pay. [color=9ACD32]'Maybe if I join this 'alliance' I can find those damned Therosi,'[/color] he thought, [color=9ACD32]'and send each one ta meet their maker.'[/color]