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He'd already drank a full mug of mead with breakfast when Gerard remembered that today was the day he was supposed to be protecting that girl; he'd wandered to Oban after his lover had lost her memory, and he couldn't bear to return to Alliria to see the smoldering ruins of his former guildhall--so perhaps, he thought, someplace new might help. Unfortunately, the only thing that seemed to help at all with the pain was a stiff drink, but that combined with the price of lodging eventually had him looking for mercenary work again. He thought perhaps he'd join another company, stay in the back with his bow, maybe earn a few easy gold pieces to pay for his habit--but fate had had another plan for him.
He'd found a flier asking for help escorting some rich family's daughter all the way to Fal'Addas; he knew the way, and he needed the money, and he had the guild's reputation he could still use, so he did, and conned them into believing they'd hired an entire guild to help escort their oh-so precious daughter. What could be safer than having a whole guild at their back? It was half pay now, half when the job was done, and the roads to Fal'Addas weren't so dangerous that he couldn't handle them on his own. Well, at least not sober, and at least not when he'd been in his prime. And besides, he had the money now, didn't he?
So he was waiting in the tavern for his ward, quickly giving the cup of mead back to the barkeep; after all, who would trust a drunk mercenary with their daughter? He harbored no ill-intentions, of course; Gerard was more preoccupied with getting the money, and moreover, he wasn't that type of man to begin with. He still had a magical bow, at least for now, and his swordsmanship was at least passable. It wasn't a complete scam, but they could certainly have found better protection than him...
He took another bite of his breakfast, then put the fork back down, wiping his beard clean of any food with a cloth. Soon he'd have to actually work, and that meant taking a break from the drinks to make sure he could actually see the road straight. It also meant the nightmares might come back, but he'd deal with that when they happened...
Brynn Granfaere
He'd found a flier asking for help escorting some rich family's daughter all the way to Fal'Addas; he knew the way, and he needed the money, and he had the guild's reputation he could still use, so he did, and conned them into believing they'd hired an entire guild to help escort their oh-so precious daughter. What could be safer than having a whole guild at their back? It was half pay now, half when the job was done, and the roads to Fal'Addas weren't so dangerous that he couldn't handle them on his own. Well, at least not sober, and at least not when he'd been in his prime. And besides, he had the money now, didn't he?
So he was waiting in the tavern for his ward, quickly giving the cup of mead back to the barkeep; after all, who would trust a drunk mercenary with their daughter? He harbored no ill-intentions, of course; Gerard was more preoccupied with getting the money, and moreover, he wasn't that type of man to begin with. He still had a magical bow, at least for now, and his swordsmanship was at least passable. It wasn't a complete scam, but they could certainly have found better protection than him...
He took another bite of his breakfast, then put the fork back down, wiping his beard clean of any food with a cloth. Soon he'd have to actually work, and that meant taking a break from the drinks to make sure he could actually see the road straight. It also meant the nightmares might come back, but he'd deal with that when they happened...
Brynn Granfaere