Hidden under a cloak, the burly dwarf took her coin without question. She had been one of the many who choose to join this mercenary crew, but unlike the other whelps she was no stranger to danger. She just needed some quick coin and a steady job. Since she fled her clan home Mika had been resorting to petty thievery to get around. Most people didn't trust her and for good reason. She didn't exactly give off a jolly and friendly demeanor. But maybe that's why soldier would be better for her. She wasn't as soft as these city folks; she knew how to live off nothing and working herself raw every night. She's made a life eating nothing but grass and drinking dew, killing good and bad men for coppers. As far as Mika was concerned, joining this man's army was no different than her old life. Hopefully however she doesn't have to kill him later and run away to a new town.

Taking her money Mika went over to the trader's district. Since coming to this town she's managed to make one friend with a half-blind smith who respected Mika's strength after she helped him move and melt some ore. If her father wasn't a bastard she could've been a good smith. Alas, now she was a soldier. Using the man's forge she brought some iron herself so she could upgrade her armor and weapons. Right now she had a rather beat up leather plates, and she wanted to reinforce them with some iron studs. She didn't have the time to make full fledge plate armor and besides that she didn't like the heavy stuff; it made her too hot and sapped her strength. A brigandine would give her enough armor without roasting her alive. Once she'd finish with that Mika would start working on making herself some new bolts for her crossbow.