After making a decent amount at the previous city, George moved onto this one out of being bored with the previous city and hearing interesting rumors about this one. The thought of witnessing a skirmish of orcs excited George. It would make an excellent experience to sing and tell about, both for money and excitement. As he walked in he noticed a line of people receiving pay that was quickly shortening in length. Curious.

He grabbed the nearest person and asked, "What's going on over there?" The gruff man snuffed at George and tore himself away from George. That didn't quite work but as to be expected. He continued to ask around. By the time he'd finished asking, he was in the marketplace asking a maiden who was helping move caravan stuff from a cart. 

"Excuse me, my lady, but may I ask what's going on with the line and the chest of money?" George pointed towards the line.

"That line?" She said, "It's for recruiting people. The army folk have been going around asking anyone stupid enough to go to war with them against the orcs. Though, the pays good. I give it that." George smiled and gave a short thank you. George turned and began walking towards the line. He then realized he'd strayed away and that the line was probably almost finished. He ran.

Just as the last person was taking his pay, George barely made it when the sun finally disappeared underneath the horizon. Panting, he rested a hand on a knee while facing his face to the ground. The other hand held one finger up, as if to signal to speak. After one deep breath, he finally propped himself up.

"Which one of you is the employer?" He blurted as the masked man and the armored woman stopped mid-conversation to stare at him. "Ah, I forgot to introduce myself." He prostrated himself to his full height before saying, "I am George [i]Arend[/i] Lark," doing a flowery bow when he emphasized "Arend" and finishing with a cheesy flourish at "Lark."

[@Elevation][@Overlord Thraka]