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With an almost preternatural awareness the robed figure notices Krusten's hand reach for her dagger. However, before she can ready it he calmly states "please my friend there is no need for such apprehension. I merely wish to speak with you. Come have a seat and let us speak plainly."
Krusten says nothing being not one for many words and even if she could they probably will not be graceful so she simply says, "Talk then..." with a look of mistrust but then again she is generally that way with everyone given her neutral position on certain things.
As Krusten approaches the robed figure she notices from his fine features and slender physique that he is an elf. Taking a seat across from him she instantly feels less threatened. The robed elf pulls back his hood and a rather handsome yet frail elf with fair skin, silver hair, and austere eyes that mask a sea of wisdom stair out at you.
"I know this may seem a bit confusing, but it was because of you that I arrived here. In a vision I saw a beautiful woman bearing an ancient artifact - one that bears the fate of all Barsaive. In the vision I was told that I would meet this woman in the walled city of Palainth. She would travel alone and her only companion would be the dog at her side. When I saw the both of you enter, I new this had to be you.
Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I am Valtherian Cynefriel, mage and scribe of the host tower of Darranis.
If you would permit me, I would like to present my services to you as an ally in your cause."
Krusten puts a confused face while muttering "....fate of all Barsaive?" she then with an expressionless face says, "Continue then..."
Valtherian replies "It is clear to me that our fates are entwined. Allow me to travel with you. I can serve as both an adviser and skilled magician."
In the midst of your conversation the house steward appears before you and declares "Lord Benton will see you now."
You are ushered into a private room. All manner of ornate weaponry hangs from the walls, some appearing to be of ancient manufacture. There is a table and several chairs positioned next to a glowing hearth around which are seated a stout dwarf clad from head to foot in plate armor, a tall half-orc covered in furs with an enormous two-handed sward strapped to his back, a strikingly beautiful half-elven woman clad in chainmail, and tall human wearing intricate plate armor bearing the image of a pheonix.
Upon your entrance, the tall human rises and bids you greeting saying "Greetings friend. I am Lord Benton. My steward Joffry tells me you are interested in signing on with our militia. Is this correct?"
Krusten bows humbly, "Yes I am, I am Krusten at your service".
Lord Benton replies "well met Krusten." Passing you a rolled parchment, he replies "please look this over and sign."
Krusten opens the document and reads the following:
You have chosen to become a non-uniformed member of The Keep's Militia. With this title comes several responsibilities which include but are not limited to the following:
- Defend the citizens of Morcia's Keep.
- Defend the roadways and shipping lanes of the Iopian Highway and ensure the safe transfer of trade goods along its course.
- Defend all travelers between Jerris and Iopus.
- If necessary provide aid to The Keep's allies in the invent of invasion.
With these responsibilities come several benefits as well, among which include free lodging within the militia headquarters, access to the militia armory, a discount on all trade goods within Morcia's Keep, and a monthly wage of 30 silver pieces.
That being said, the city of Morcia's Keep takes great pride in being the foremost trade capital in Barsaive. By signing this document you agree to abide within the law of The Keep, defend its interests in all matters dictated, and represent the discipline and forthrightness of its peoples.
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Krusten carefully reads the words taking extra time to digest them. When she is satisfied she understands her hand writes an obscure signature. She then says, "What is my next step sir?".