[table][row][i][b][color=gold]Thom Chaff[/color] Garleton: Peacekeeping duty, noon[/b]
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Thom had made it all the way to the imperial capital, only to be stationed here. A castle town called Garleton, he had entered town with a fresh batch of recruits, and trained soldiers alike. A caravan of soldiers had arrived early in the morning, been assigned duty shifts, and times to keep them prepared for when it's time for them to march. Thom had been one of the unlucky ones assigned guard duty with three other men, their names he couldn't be bothered to remember, nor did he say much to them as they joked among themselves. [color=gold][i]"They'll be dead soon, why should I even bother."[/i][/color] The warrior thought, no one in their position ever made it far on the battlefield, they were lowborn they were mean't to die. To escape the thoughts, and to remain upbeat Thom threw himself into his work instead scanning the market, and the plaza for any signs of trouble. Of course thieves wouldn't be this bold to steal in broad daylight with an entire garrison on high alert, but they were there if tensions got high as well which was often the problem at least that's what the watch captain had told them when he dispatched them out to walk the streets.

Another issue was spies, the other duty of the guard was to watch suspicious individuals who didn't quite belong within imperial borders, and to Thom it was the mercenaries that had flocked to the town in droves, if he was a spy he'd come in among them, and hide. Not to mention that most of them were foreigners so they often stuck out. He'd mark them down mentally, and if any trouble came to pass they'd be the first to end up in the cells. The group of guardsmen stopped at a market stall that smelled of foreign spices, and food. "We're gonna grab a bite to eat, Thom you hungry?" Asked one of his group, Thom gave him a head shake in response, and instead turned to face inward on the streets. Keeping watch. All of this hustle, and bustle made him nervous. Among the crowds could be a hundred enemies, and he wouldn't even know. At least on the battlefield he knew who his enemies were. The sound of his fellow guardsmen voices drew him out of his thoughts. "We're on the move again Thom, come on." Thom didn't say a word, he just fell in behind them as the guardsmen walked, ate, and joked among themselves. From the snippets of conversation he caught, the three of them were from the same town, so they already knew one another, or had been family friends. Leaving Thom the odd man out, not that he wanted to speak with them anyways.

As they walked further into town, they heard the sounds of music. As they pulled closer they saw quite the crowd gathered around a woman dancing. Her elegant movements had gathered quite the crowd, but Thom didn't seem to care about that instead quietly asking the group around him. [color=gold]"Do you think she has the proper papers, to hold up a crowd like this?"[/color] The other three chuckled, and one of them replied. "Lighten up, and enjoy it Thom"
[color=gold]"Hmph"[/color] Was all he replied, as he watched the girl finish her dance. They had got there late so they hadn't been able to catch it all, and she appeared to be taking questions from the throng of children that had now surrounded her. All of the foreigners in this section of town had him on edge, so many merc's, so many armed with weapons that if something went wrong that he didn't doubt they wouldn't hesitate to draw them. The yell from the dancer just about made him reach for the axe strapped across his back, but a collective moment of clarity came over the four guardsmen, and they just sat now alert watching the goings on, not quite ready to show their hand yet.     [/cell]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Alive[/color][/center]
[u]Class[/u]: Guard
[u]Inventory[/u]:[list]
[*]Vulnerary
[*]Iron Axe[/list][/cell][/table]