Hark stood on top of the small platform in the center of the courtyard of the city and looked around at the crowd that had amassed. He noticed curious and suspicious looks he got from the crowd because of his mask. He was flanked by four of his men on either side of him and Ragger and two others sat behind a small table on the ground in front of Hark. The rest of his troop was spread around the perimeter of the courtyard. His goal was to recruit as many people from this isolated town as he could to take back with him to the North to fight against the Orc war bands which were starting to raid the human territories. He waited a few minutes longer before deciding the crowd of about 80 people was the biggest it was ever going to get. 

“Alright everyone, I am Hark, Grandmaster of the Frostbourn stronghold in the Northern mountains.” He said in a clear and assertive tone, “As many of you may not know Orc’s have started raids on our northern territories and I am here to recruit anyone who wishes to fight the growing Orc threat. Your salary will be ten silver coins every month along with the spoils of war.” 

Hark held his younger for a moment and observed the crowd. They were all murmuring amongst themselves probably deciding weather the risk was worth the reward. After a few moments passed Hark started again, “If you are to enlist we will be leaving tomorrow at sunrise, you will have the rest of the day to enjoy yourself and pack some of your belongings.” Hark stepped down from the platform and his men dispersed into the crowd to answer the questions of the many curious townsfolk.