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“Ironfist. A good name. Archetypical but bold. Fitting.” Amidst the masticating and drinking August paused for half a second, raising an eyebrow as the word “disgraced” came to play. But as the dwarf went on there was context and while not wholly mollified, the urge to spit left the Knight. While he knew the Engineers as venerable warriors and tinkerers he didn’t know too much about their ethics and it could well be that an ostracization by them is in truth a testament to one’s character. Or it could be that Torvin was simply a greedy bastard of course. Either or was possible. Though it somewhat irked August he might once more have to sacrifice his morals if he was working alongside a weasel - a thing he joined the Sunrunners to avoid - he had trained himself such that he more or less didn’t care about this one instance. He snapped out of his dozens of trains of thought some seconds after Torvin asked his questions with his eyes swerving towards him from the meal. 

“Aye. This will be my first true assignment in the guild. Mine is the way of faith and the sword. I will cleave through all in my… and the Guild’s path.” As if to demonstrate he placed his bag on the table and loosened the string holding it shut. First things to emerge to the light were a bone with something brown on it and half of a humanoid’s ear — both had words carved into them. This didn’t at all seem to ruin the Knight’s appetite as he went right back to eating. August frowned slightly when the Dwarf announced that it was time to get to the job. He shoved as much as he could in his mouth and then downed it with his drink before tying the rest in a cloth for later while leaving the smallest piece he had for the establishment in thanks given the meal was more than satisfactory. He stood up and after ramming his helmet back on his head he followed the Dwarf feeling somewhat awkward given he was letting Torvin lead; when your legs are so much longer one has to shuffle to let a Dwarf be at the front. 

Ironfist asked August about his armour, and for some dozen seconds he said nowt. “No.” he said, and as far as he was concerned that was that. 

They walked for some time, eventually getting back to the stables. By now a much larger group had assembled, a crew far more motley than it already was between the people he had previously seen. He gave each of them a quick look from the pitch black interior of his helmet, before returning to his usual thousand mile stare. The Paladin was about to ask about the quest they would be undertaking, but the bug-man came first with the speech of its kind that in his many years still felt odd to Augustus. Regardless, the important question was asked and so the man simply stood motionless waiting for a response.


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