Raine grins a bit at that. "I would have to agree." He considers a moment, dark eyes passing over the lot. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be between jobs." A half step to the side, and a nod in the general direction of the clot of tables he came from. "We are looking for more guards - perhaps you would be interested?"<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=58219.msg2689067#msg2689067">Quote from: Andi on 30-01-2010, 22:32:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you, Sir." This close, it is evident this group of mercenaries is /very/ well trained and, at least as far as their 'civilian' clothes show, equipped. Twelve men are scattered across three tables grouped in a cluster in that corner; aside from the scar-faced sergeant, there is a true giant of a man, well over seven foot, and broad enough to count for two by himself, and a mixed batch of soldiers ranging in age from about twenty to thirty-five. The sergeant nods politely at Raine. "I do not often have the occasion to recite in civil society - and while campfires are a place for stories, they rarely allow the relaxation and leisure for this particular form."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>