(Rock on. My brother was in the marines, thank you for what you do.)<br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Victor Holds up the white arrow he obtained from the rear guards.</div><br/>"I come as a friend." he shouts. Two soldiers approach him. Their hands at their weapons. "What business do you have here reptile?" the shorter of the two asks. The larger of them holds his gaze and keeps his hand on the axe hanging from his side. "I have heard you are hiring able bodied men looking to help the cause." Victor replies. Nervously eying the larger man.<br/>The two relaxed slightly. "Another merc. You should head back east, you'll live a lot longer." The smaller one chuckles. Thumbing toward the camp he tells him the officer handling paid mercs. is in the first tent on the left. Victor thanks them and heads into the camp, wondering how many others have come and died as he hears the men chuckle behind him.<br/><br/>As he enters the camp the first thing he notices is the number of troops, the second is the number of wounded. He was no stranger to blood or violence, but he had never seen anything like this. Things were much worse then he had thought. Entering the recruiting tent he sees a jumpy looking man at a table staring at a map of the area. Noticing Victors presence he looks up. Surveying the reptile for a moment he walks up to him. "You might do."  he states. "Krom Cornwall" he reaches out his hand introducing himself. "Victor Lenbrall" He replies shaking the mans hand.<br/><br/>Now that that is out of the way, do you want a job? "yes" Good. We have some things that need to happen, and by things that need to happen I mean camps to be taken and people to be killed. Think you can handle that? Good. Report to Varnel Adathian in the big tent at the front of the camp, you can't miss it.<br/>And with that Victor was rushed out of the tent. Trying to let his mind catch up with what just happened he turns toward the tent the man told him about and sets off.