[b]Edon Wolf
Broken Keg Tavern
Dalenham, Ethora[/b]


Edon watched the cloaked tradesman leave with naked disdain in his expression.  He was already in a sour mood before the surprise offer and now he didn't bother to hide it.  When Varian called for another round of drinks, the nobleman waved his hand.

"None for me.  See you in the morning."

He hadn't considered backing out of the group over this job.  The whole reason he joined with Varian was to learn about leadership from a different perspective.  The idea of staying in this town any longer than absolutely necessary sickened him and he wanted to prepare for the morning.

With his head held high, he marched out of the drinking hole and made his way to the gates.  From there, it was a short walk to their encampment.  Edon took care of his hygiene while the others were still out then ate.  He cleaned and serviced his arms and armor then went to bed early.

Hours, still, before dawn Edon awoke.  He ate a small, quick meal and did some light exercises to loosen his muscles and get his heart rate up.  Then he broke down his part of the camp, donned his armor and shouldered his travel pack.  If Varian and Drostan were up by then, he would help them with their gear would they desire it.

Edon was fairly well protected, which was a big reason he did not consider a shield necessary.  He wore a segmented chest plate with additional pieces over his shoulders, elbows and forearms.  A chain shirt sat snugly under that to add additional protection for his joints while a modestly quilted gambeson acted as padding for the armor and protection for his upper legs.  The gambeson was split up the back to his waist for riding.  Armored grieves and knee pads rounded him off.  The kit was designed for maximum range of movement at the expense of coverage while also protecting is vitals.  Edon considered it a good compliment to his mobility-based combat training.  His helmet, when he bothered to wear one, was designed to be solid and sturdy but to leave his eyes and ears open, sacrificing some protection for increased awareness.

With or without the others, he would aim to arrive near the location an hour before the arranged meeting time.  None of them seemed to trust the tradesman so Edon wanted to act as though an ambush was expected.  He would, of course, change his plans if Varian ordered otherwise.