[center][h1]Dmitri the Holy Shield[/h1][/center] [@Haeo][@Ladypug] Dmitri had picked the wrong week to come to Tamberle. As he lumbered throughout the city, signs of attack were everywhere. Dead bodies, battles, and...Chemjir above, was that shit? Dmitri wrinkled his nose underneath his helmet. As he continued to move aimlessly, Dmitri began to realize he should have taken the fur out of the armor. He could only hope that this city would be better than the others. Most of his visits ended with him being chased out by an angry mob. It seemed as if the reputation of Praeleans had been sullied by criminals who had, trying to escape persecution, trickled into this land. Fortunately, Dmitri could right their wrongs. By way of execution. It was vital that Dmitri did not fail his task, and right now, that meant finding someone who could take him in. Up ahead seemed to be a Cathedral of sorts. Dmitri noticed two men by the stairs. He wasn't blind to his imposing appearance and tall stature, so he called out. "[b]Hello. Over there?[/b]" His accent was heavy and he worried that it would obscure his words. He pressed on anyhow. "[b]I do not want to hurt you. I wish to propose offer. I can fight well. In my homeland, I am great warrior. I can serve well as bodyguard or knight. However, I can see this is time of need. So I make my offer. I can help you with the invaders if you allow me job. Sounds good, yes?[/b]"