<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 had seemed slightly surprised by the kobold's explanation, but not unpleasantly so.  It seemed to please him greatly that Ty seemed so learned in such complex arts, even if he hadn't the mind to understand one jot of it himself.<br/><br/>His smile had broadened all the more at Corina's arrival.  Old families tended to stick together through the generations, and the Cartwrights and Brightsmiths were no exception to the rule.  "And may Boldrei warm your hearth, Corina.  Somehow I'm not surprised to find you were invited!"<br/><br/>The guardsman ran his fingers through his bushy beard as Allustan explained his proposition.  At the mention of magic and traps he frowned, but another glance at his companions seemed to ease his tension.  "I'll be honest with ya, ser.  I'm not gonna be much use in finaglin' with old world mech...mecha...trap parts, nor do I got a lick of talent for magic.  Lookin' at the rest of ya'll, I'm thinking we've got that side of things well covered.  But if wolves 'r bandits be staking a claim on the upper parts of the place, well, I got plenty of arrows fer all of 'em."<br/><br/>Garrett nodded firmly, more to himself than the Magewright.  "Alright.  I'm in.  Money aside, I just wouldn't feel right letting citizens of this town run into danger without a guard as escort."