The day is over rather quickly. Recruiting and some training take most of the day. By night, your small mercenary army is outside Estrur's house, waiting until you finish talking with him. You have now almost fifteen hundred people under your command. And it feels intimidating, even if most are peasants or untrained fanatics.
Inside Estrur's home, a map on a table awaits you. It's a map detailing a small valley, apparently called The Red Valley. There is a small fortress in the middle of it, and a road goes through the valley, following a river.
"This, my friends, is The Red Valley of Widows. Or just The Red Valley, for short. It is part of the territory of Duke Albretch III of Ardastra. It is the only pass through the mountains that separate the Duke's territories from orcs, goblin tribes and some human barbarians." As he says this, he points at the northern part of the map, where the names of some of this tribes are written. "Right now Albretch is fighting a war against his son. It seems he got tired of waiting for the old man to die. The duke can't spare any troops to man the fortress and defend his territories from northern attacks. He is desperate... So desperate that after some bargaining, he has accepted to pay you and your troops for the next month, send some builders to help fortify the valley, and pay you an extra 100 Santdorian Crowns if you manage to stop all invaders coming from the north. He will also give you the fortress and the land around it, which basicly means the whole valley."
After that, he stops for a second, letting his words sink in. He then laughs a bit.
"That means you will be owning land, gentlemen... And lady. It's not the best of lands, but I am sure you will be able to make use of it. And I am sure you will appreciate having a base of operations. This is the best job I managed to get you. All the others were deathtraps. This, however, has a good short term pay... And an excellent long term pay. I hope you are all ok with this job."