<strong>Garrett Cartwright (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=10197)</strong><br/><em>Town Guardsman</em><br/>﻿<div class="floatleft">(http://desmond.imageshack.us/Himg36/scaled.php?server=36&amp;filename=cityguardarchericon.jpg&amp;res=medium)</div><br/>Garrett glanced up from the kobold, smiling graciously but holding up a hand at the offer.  "Thank you for such warm hospitality, ser, but I've a full stomach and a wakeful mind already."<br/><br/>The mention of his duties was damn quick to wipe the smile from the man's face, and he shook his head wearily.  "About the same as usual.  I do my work without complaint, ser, make no fuss and rock no boats.  But these days my fellow guardsmen are beginnin' to look a mite shadier than the folks we're meant to apprehend, if you understand my meaning.  But it puts food on the table, and I feel better being able to protect my home with my own two hands and sturdy bow."