[color=bc8dbf][b][h2][centre]Lord and Lady Coswain[/centre][/h2][/b][/color] [color=bc8dbf][b][h3][centre]The Eye[/centre][/h3][/b][/color] [color=bc8dbf][b][centre]Door Dashed.[/centre][/b][/color] Lord Coswain was stuck dealing with the newcomer, he had not got other duties so that would be fine and. He thought it was far easier and more comfortable than standing in the cold for hours and hours on end. Doing make work was not the worst fate and he would just do his best to make the best of the worst that he found himself in. An estate? Feif, well he did have lands that gave income and provided them least food and rent. But Lunaris was hard hit and the land was unforgiving even before the darkness fell, least it would help keep his children fed and able to sustain his grand child. [color=6ecff6]“Lord aye, though i been in for 2 decades, I earned it the long way. No gold, just iron.”[/color] He said taking a drink from his ale and ran a hand over his battle damage and repair. He can come close to the end and lived. [color=6ecff6]“I'm not some new recruit, I can play back the same as you.”[/color] He laughed alongside the other man he had to admit. Soldiers had a level of trickery and sometimes you had to play back. A southern sword master, mercenary was probably trouble but it was whose trouble they decided to make themselves, to Dawn Haven, or its enemies? Trouble could and did work for you, against you or both depending how you managed and how you utilised it. Persephone Had been a rather Interesting partner to learn from to say the least. He gestured to his damaged armour, the sign where metal had been repaired but far from the finest castle work, a quick repair until later permanent fix could be done. [color=6ecff6]“Even with a champion and more, one gave me good before I finished it, these here, they are the killers, just be ready.”[/color] He said with genuine warning, unsure what he used to face before but what was in those woods was the real deal, the blight was real, the monsters were real and the wanted blight man had claimed one Knight already. Though not the first, taking such beats on in single or small group combat was rolling a dice, and hoping you win. As a commander he had tried to use heavy crossbows and other weapons to weaken or even kill them first. He had a name, Cull Farrion, it meant nothing to him, a name that came to nothing of note, not a good, not a bad thing, just a nothing. Odd dagger but he was from the south and really? Sell swords were really often so picky about everything they used. [hider=Note to Command.] “Commanders of the combined guard. A sell sword bounty hunter of the southern lands has offered to hunt our blight born threat, the killer of our comrade and end the attacker of the Princess life. I escorted him from the main gates and he was seeking work. The Terms of offer are enclosed, They will be found at the Eye of Beholder and can be asked for a message left. Cull Farrion Terms are 500 good, half upfront and returned upon 2 weeks of not slain, or in case they are dead and have paid the blood and iron price of failure. Dead only. The target is to be killed. Their swords are to be reclaimed if able and put into use, as best fits. If this offer is acceptable, then it is suggested the Prince reviews it and decides if he wants to tender the contract. Lord Castellion Coswain. Former commander. Royal Guard Order Militium Capitaline Lance veteran Company. [/hider] … Lord Coswain stopped writing, his hand was neat from his art and he had borrowed a page from a slowly filled basic sketchbook of fine ink drawings locally and pen in hand signing the note and giving a motion to dry the ink. [color=6ecff6]“The Guard commanders can decide, if they agree and support hiring an outside agent, the Prince can decide. Agreed.?”[/color] Lord Coswain asked as he balanced his ale, Sya tried her best but importing stuff this far out, the supply of good quality ale was hardly the greatest and most abundant. [color=6ecff6]“Just be careful, you might be good. But the foe is good also.”[/color] He said seriously, with concern, people should not and would not underestimate the enemy. [@TimelessParagon]