<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/Gieron2.jpg)</div><strong>Geiron</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266718.msg13155571#msg13155571)<br/><br/>It wasn’t Geiron’s first caravan, but it was the first that meant to go to a town like Oakhurst. As much he despised Exclesior!, at least he knew the only leaks come from the fools living above you spilling copious amounts gods know what. And fools are much more receptive to correction than the gods of weather. But in all, the trip was little different than any other he'd made, though maybe he'd used his axes a bit more often. He and half a dozen<strong>guards</strong>of the Red Company hired by Mr. Halfaxe were joined by scabs some of the other drivers brought along. In the balance, Geiron found them far more interesting and entertaining company than the bullyboys he'd come with.<br/><br/>At Halfaxe's dismissal (and before the sergeant could say otherwise) and crazy one's suggestion (don't mess with the crazy was a lesson Geiron received continually), Geiron joined his new companions on the most holy quest for fresh drink. "Capital idea, my drogies," he responded to their suggestions. Stomping his feet to knock loose the mud before they entered, he responded to Raz's order, "I like the way you think, man. Let us quaff<em>potions of stupidity</em>and burn the memory of our toils from our minds." Geiron, of course, had no intention of getting blotto, another lesson learned in the "great" city. Indulging in only a few libations was his standard fare, as was keeping his open for trouble.<br/>