[color=00a651]"Rhodok Republic. Small village in the mountains."[/color] Malkus says as he figures that you didn't want to talk too much about your experience. At least his suspicions were true. [color=00a651]"Been years since I've been there though. Don't even remember what it's called anymore. So I've been a mercenary instead, though that's mostly just guarding caravans. Works easy enough I suppose. Get to travel a lot and with a competent caravan master the trip usually isn't too risky. This whole... Incident with Esur, that's Bagai's brother by the way, is certainly a change of pace."[/color] Malkus finishes writing in his journal before putting the boot away into a pouch on his belt. From how snug it fit, it seemed like the pouch was specifically for his journal. [color=00a651]"What about you? Where was your home? You don't look Swadian, and I'm guessing you're not Vaegir otherwise you would've ran back to your hometown. Nordic?"[/color]