http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=273610 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=273610)<br/><br/>Brakus had spent the past two days on the road traveling towards the camp when he was informed and offered the position as scout and mercenary for the nearby Coalition army. They Recruiter said the pay would be very good for just a few days' worth of work, so Brakus accepted the offer and began his trek.  The dark haired spearman glanced about the camp that is now in sight and taking full stock of it as he walks along the edge and into the encampment. All the equipment, armor, and weapons he owns are strapped to him in some form or way. His spear held in his hand, and instantly ready for use at a moment's notice.<br/><br/>"Well, now I need to find the commander.." The young soldier spoke to himself as a reminder what he needed to do to get the job and pay he came for. He makes his way throughout the camp, taking in what was available as he looks to find where the commander's tent is placed. He's guessing that the tent would be at the center of the camp like most other commander's tents are usually placed.<br/><br/>Brakus knows he does not necessarily have the look of a soldier, his lithe, but defined, form hides the training and his ability in combat when most people expect warriors to be broad and heavily muscled looking. This had worked to his advantage at times when people don't expect him to survive battles let alone win those he participated.