[table][row][b][color=red]Alnard Val Lothian[/color][/b]
[i][b]Garleton[/b][/i][/row][cell]

The castle town was bustling. For the merchants, war was good business, and bringing the recruitment efforts here showed no shortage of business. Furthermore mercenaries would get paid, and perhaps use their immediate pay on wares made or sourced here too should they need it. The people greeted him as he passed them, as he had decided to see how the town was doing. It seems their reception to him was generally positive. Still, he could feel the weight upon his shoulders just surmount as he did, it wasn't just the Empire he was here to represent, but also it's hope, which they once pinned on Elliot. It wasn't apparent to him until he decided to take to organising a force to command. Still despite this, there was a feeling within him telling him he could do it. A certain positivity. 

For now perhaps he'll look around the plaza, before heading back and seeing to the enlistment papers. It seems today was a better draw than yesterday, or when they started for that matter. As he was told, and led to believe, the call to arms just needed some time to get around. Sitting around and doing nothing did not suit him however, so while he was in the plaza, he would answer questions by anyone who approached him. Usually it was just residents who wanted to ask him about the war, benefits, and so forth. It seems many were worried that the war would result in some devastating casualties, but he assured them things would be fine. Even as he did, a feel, a biting feeling told him it was uncertain, but that wasn't what anyone wanted to hear. It was worrying as he stopped receiving reports from the front lines too. It was a routine thing that any commanding officer needed to get. Still, perhaps it was nothing.

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[b]Status[/b]: Alive
[/center][u]Class[/u]: Spell Lord
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Rapier
[*]Vulnerary[/list][/cell][/table]