Raymond
*A large open farm, two summons up front, and completely self-sufficient. This was it, the camp of the mercenary Aldeberto, wielder of the Halberd.*

*Serena had found a flyer on the wall searching for recruits for a mercenary company. She liked money, her custom armor required constant upkeep. Plus, it seemed legal. None of the shady stuff some others would have taken.*

*The uzhi was clad in a breastplate and pauldrons, opting to carry her other gear in a backpack. Said pack also wrapped tightly around her waist, distributing the force on her hips rather than her shoulders, despite no hip bones. Her long spear was held like a hiking stick, and her shield slung over her back. Her lower half was covered by thick pants; leather would have suited her had she not dealt with water often.*

"Hey, you Aldeberto? I saw the flyer for the company."
Mike
*He turned towards the voice, and smiled as he noted the stranger visiting his camp. He nodded, stretching his arm. He noted her gear, and a smile began to form.*

"I am indeed Aldeberto Gylenstierne-Seidel, and you can just call me Alde to save the mouthful."

*He said, cheerfully, and wiped his hand on his pants just in case of any remaining dirt or dust from his farming only a short while ago, then offered it to the woman.*

"Well, welcome to the campsite, its still a work in progress, to some degree. If you need anything my tent's the big one, and just find yourself a tent to call your own, if you like. Last two tents there are supplies, and a little forge I set up."

*He said, more cheerful now that he has someone to be around again.*
Raymond
*The uzhi nods as she looks up to him, considerably shorter than halberd wielder, shaking his hand. A slight smile forms, noting his build and the farm behind him.*

"Good to meet you, Alde. You're a farmer, huh? Never thought of one to wield a halberd."

*Scanning the area, Serena mentally took note of the place, paying attention to a small extra tent.*

"Good to see there's a place to repair gear, though I was never a blacksmith myself."

*The slime heads towards the camp, setting down her heavy bag of gear, taking off her cuirass to reveal a simple linen shirt.*

"So, how'd you get to... You know."

*Serena extends a hand, gesturing to the camp.*
Mike
*His smile grew as the Uzhi shook his hand, and he nodded a little to her questioning his farming background.*

"I grew up as a farmer, but I didn't enjoy it much. Ironic that, here I am forming a group, and the first thing I did is set up a plot of land to farm. Well, I thought it was a cool weapon, and not terribly different to me than using a pitchfork... Well, just much longer, and has an ax blade to it."

*He said with a small laugh, thinking of the old days. He nodded as she commented on the fact the camp had a place to repair equipment, and waved his hand a little when she mentioned her lack of smithing.*

"Well, I dabbled a little when I first set off from home, I'm not master smith but I can forge and repair weapons and armor, at least to some degree."

*He looked over the camp as she asked how he got this point, and he scratched his chin a little, to think about it. Then he glanced back to Serena, smiling.*

"Well... As a kid, I grew up with stories of my family's former noble status, and the stories of heroes, villains, and such. I want to one day restore my family's status, but I don't want to get it by playing the political game."

*He took in a breathe, looking about the camp in thought.*

I want to earn it, by helping people, and I can help people out most effectively, by forming a group of mercenaries, not after pure coin, but helping others... Or least, doing our best to."