The Mercenary Company

[Keehnelf]

A small cluster of semi-permanent military campaign tents has been set up a few hundred yards outside the walls of Vaul, organized around a large cook-fire. A simple rope-and-post perimeter has been set up to enclose a space roughly two hundred feet square, with a simple but well-built and brightly-painted sign installed on the southern side that reads: QUILLS QUARRY. Lying beside the sign in the mud is a massive, heavily-scarred and ornery-looking guard dog.

[Keehnelf]

Available Mercenaries

Zirina- available
Rates: Soldiering: 6 per day/50 per month - full share for adventuring

Mormoth- available
Rates: 6 per day/30 per month - half-share for adventuring

Jord- available
Rates: 5 per day/25 per month - half-share for adventuring

Kirren Swift- available
Rates: 2 per day/10 per month - not available for adventuring

Employer Relations:
Lug +1 penalty to all hires

[Starbeard]

1 May

Late in the morning Odium Contemptus appears at the perimeter of the mercenary camp. He waits patiently for someone to address him, spending his time until then in a staring contest with the guard dog.

When he has the opportunity to speak, he asks, 'As you may have heard, Vaul is doomed to die a fiery death at the hands of the hobgoblins. Has the Archduke contracted your band in defence of the town, or are you free for hire? I have not yet decided whether I wish to be anywhere near these walls when everyone dies, but if not then I might as well set out on a small expedition until the battle dies down, and would need some hired hands.'

[Keehnelf]

The mercenary camp seems to be empty. The dog whimpers a bit as Odium addresses it, and noses at an old, broken, desiccated bone lying near an empty and overturned bowl that might once have held water.

[Starbeard]

'Humph,' says Odium. It seems his plans to get out of dodge are not shaping up. He looks at the whimpering mongrel and addresses it. 'What? Shoo!' Then, with a huff, he turns and heads back to the town walls.