"I'm sure you'd live just long enough to develop one or two regrets if you made that choice, my friend. But as you can see, I am here to work and nothing more. You'll have no trouble from me." Etta says and the mans frown deepens and he slowly reaches for the handle of his sword.
"I don't think you would like the result of going through with that promise, Ma'm." Alexander says to Etta before turning his gaze on the soldier.
"Corporal Yetts, If try to pick anymore fights, I will send you off to test yourself against the 8th's unarmed combat champion, so you know what a real fight is like."
The man freezes and lowers his hand almost shamefacedly. He resumes a stiff but military stance and giving a quick head nod to the captain.
" Sorry, sir. Won't happen again." He says but when Alexander is turned Etta can't help but notice the furious glower coming from Yetts.
"I made no promise, Captain. It's just I don't see a queue of willing guides here today, and if I'm suddenly no longer able to scout, the Governor might well look to the source of my unavailability when placing blame..." Etta shrugs in a noncommittal sort of way, that previous hint of a smile gone and replaced with piously pursed lips, a look of genuine concern on her face.
Alexander says "Are you sure your not a local politician as well as a guide? But you need not worry what the governor may or may not think. I know the Master Sargent of the garrison and he's not keen on little tin pot emperors in his outfit."
He looks back over his shoulder, "Lesson one for working for the Imperial Army, always get on the good side of the Sargent. A corporal can hide from a governor because he's too insignificant to notice at such lofty heights. He'll never be able to hide from his Sargent. Lesson two, Only the brilliant or the bark raving mad violate the spirit of their orders...the corporal here forgot that one obviously."
Even Alexander can't help but notice the shaking in Yetts hands as he tries to control his temper. He says nothing and avoids even looking at the captain.
Akk grabs the paper and growls at the guard who gives him a grim smile before backing off. Akk marches back into the city towards the governors building. He can't help but notice the guards following him at decent distance.
Nightfeather asks about Travis's half brother. Travis tells him his name was Krian and he was a good warrior with five jungle trips under his belt. He does have a very bad rose problem and has a short temper though. His fellows warriors were very similar to him as well which makes Travis very worried about him. A small force of orc warriors is a lethal group and it would be very hard to prevent them from reporting back.
Everyone meets at the Governors building and are quickly ushered into the study by a dainty half elf lass. Sitting behind the desk is a large muscular man with a buzz cut and official looking suit. A greatsword is sheathed on his back as he looks up from a map he was studying a moment before.
" Please come in, would you like some dwarven brandy." He says waving a hand at a small bottle with glasses nearby. " Allow me to introduce myself. I am governor Liemsworth. You may call me Liem. Refresh my memory and remind who you are and introduce yourself to the others."
"I'm sure you'd live just long enough to develop one or two regrets if you made that choice, my friend. But as you can see, I am here to work and nothing more. You'll have no trouble from me." Etta says and the mans frown deepens and he slowly reaches for the handle of his sword.
"I don't think you would like the result of going through with that promise, Ma'm." Alexander says to Etta before turning his gaze on the soldier.
"Corporal Yetts, If try to pick anymore fights, I will send you off to test yourself against the 8th's unarmed combat champion, so you know what a real fight is like."
The man freezes and lowers his hand almost shamefacedly. He resumes a stiff but military stance and giving a quick head nod to the captain.
" Sorry, sir. Won't happen again." He says but when Alexander is turned Etta can't help but notice the furious glower coming from Yetts.
"I made no promise, Captain. It's just I don't see a queue of willing guides here today, and if I'm suddenly no longer able to scout, the Governor might well look to the source of my unavailability when placing blame..." Etta shrugs in a noncommittal sort of way, that previous hint of a smile gone and replaced with piously pursed lips, a look of genuine concern on her face.
Alexander says "Are you sure your not a local politician as well as a guide? But you need not worry what the governor may or may not think. I know the Master Sargent of the garrison and he's not keen on little tin pot emperors in his outfit."
He looks back over his shoulder, "Lesson one for working for the Imperial Army, always get on the good side of the Sargent. A corporal can hide from a governor because he's too insignificant to notice at such lofty heights. He'll never be able to hide from his Sargent. Lesson two, Only the brilliant or the bark raving mad violate the spirit of their orders...the corporal here forgot that one obviously."
Even Alexander can't help but notice the shaking in Yetts hands as he tries to control his temper. He says nothing and avoids even looking at the captain.
Akk grabs the paper and growls at the guard who gives him a grim smile before backing off. Akk marches back into the city towards the governors building. He can't help but notice the guards following him at decent distance.
Nightfeather asks about Travis's half brother. Travis tells him his name was Krian and he was a good warrior with five jungle trips under his belt. He does have a very bad rose problem and has a short temper though. His fellows warriors were very similar to him as well which makes Travis very worried about him. A small force of orc warriors is a lethal group and it would be very hard to prevent them from reporting back.
Everyone meets at the Governors building and are quickly ushered into the study by a dainty half elf lass. Sitting behind the desk is a large muscular man with a buzz cut and official looking suit. A greatsword is sheathed on his back as he looks up from a map he was studying a moment before.
" Please come in, would you like some dwarven brandy." He says waving a hand at a small bottle with glasses nearby. " Allow me to introduce myself. I am governor Liemsworth. You may call me Liem. Refresh my memory and remind who you are and introduce yourself to the others."
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