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[Jboy2000000]

Nods.

"I understand that. I also understand that, under all that, the military is, by definition, military. Combat plays a major role, and having skill in combat, of any sort, does make me a better soldier, if not a great one. I thought the kingdom was in desperate need of soldiers?"

Sign up already.

Grabbing the sign up sheet, the recruiter smacks it away from you and shoves you to the ground. "Prove you're a fighter than! Fight me!"

"Oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going are you okay?!" Riko sits up as he is saying this. "I'm really really sorry! Do you need help with anything?"

The women helps herself up and shakes her head reassuringly. "No, no, Im fine, thank you. Are you ok though? If you don't mind my saying you look a little... Ill."

Giving up for the day, Alunk looks for another form of work, by searching the city for a cartographer's guild of some sort and inquires as to whether or not they sell geological maps.

Theres nothing of the sort in town, but there is a general store that should have such a thing. Heading there, an old, wrinkled man with no hair on his head say behind the counter, slowly wiping down the counter.

Most people just pass on by, some kick stones and sand at you, and one person even threw a stay tomato your way.

Rithos shrugs, grabs the tomato and stuffs it in a pocket, then keeps going.

After a few hours, he decides to go find some place to stay.

If there was one place for a cultist to stay and rest, it was the resident cult head quarters, which was thankfully in your town.

[Playergamer]

"Fist fight, I assume."

Wait for him to make the first move, then block and throw a quick jab at his nose.

[~Neri]

"Ill? What do you mean? The eye is normal if that is what you are talking about, it's my Mark. Something has been slightly off today but otherwise I think I'm fine." Riko stands up.

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Ho, friend. How goes business? I be lookin' fer a geological map. Do ye carry such a thing?"

[Harbingerjm]

In that case, Rithos heads for the headquarters. Cautiously, because backstory.

[Jboy2000000]

"Fist fight, I assume."

Wait for him to make the first move, then block and throw a quick jab at his nose.

He fakes a jab, and blocks your jab, stabbing your arm with a concealed knife as he blocks, and then he kicks you in the chest, knocking you down onto the floor.

"Ill? What do you mean? The eye is normal if that is what you are talking about, it's my Mark. Something has been slightly off today but otherwise I think I'm fine." Riko stands up.

The women frowns and slowly cups one of his cheeks. "No, no dear. You're pale as the dead. Do you want to come inside? Im sure I can whip something up to make you feel better."

"Ho, friend. How goes business? I be lookin' fer a geological map. Do ye carry such a thing?"

The old man doesn't look up from his counter, still idly wiping it with the rag. Since he either wasn't paying attention or couldn't hear you, you walk around exploring the shelves.

Food;

Salted Meat; 5 coins.
Smoked Pork Strips x10; 15 coins.
Wheat Roll; 10 coins.
Pickled Fish Eyes x100; 10 coins.

Clothing/Armour;

Leather Apron; 20 coins.
Leather Gloves; 15 coins.
Working Boots; 10 coins.

Weapons;

Butcher's Knife; 10 coins. 2 damage.
Blacksmith's Hammer; 10 coins. 3 damage.

Tools;

Fishing Rod. 10 coins.
Pen and Ink Well. 5 coins.
Embalming Tools. 5 coins.

Misc.;

Map; 20 coins.
Strips of leather x5; 15 coins.
Seeds (Wheat, carrot, melon, or flower.) 5 coins.

In that case, Rithos heads for the headquarters. Cautiously, because backstory.

Heading to headquarters, everyone just kind of ignores you, even among cultists they think you an odd one.

[~Neri]

"Pale? I don't really go outside all that often so I guess that could be normal. Might not be though, today's been odd and not particularly fun. I'm pretty sure I'm fine overall though, if you think I should then I'll come inside."

[Harbingerjm]

Rithos looks for something to eat, to go with the tomato.

[Playergamer]

"I see that's how it's going to be. Kudos for the knife. You made one mistake, though. You appear to have..."

Get up. Keep talking, look like I'm taking a rest, and grab him. Pin his arms behind his back.

"...let me talk."

[Jboy2000000]

"Pale? I don't really go outside all that often so I guess that could be normal. Might not be though, today's been odd and not particularly fun. I'm pretty sure I'm fine overall though, if you think I should then I'll come inside."

The woman smiles and gently grabs his hand and pulls him inside her house, and motions him sit down at a kitchen table. She dissapears into the kitchen for a few minutes, and returns with water, bread, and a few slices of cured meat. "In case you were hungry."

Rithos looks for something to eat, to go with the tomato.

You head to the pantry, finding a few slices stale bread, hard tack, and brown, stagnant water.

"I see that's how it's going to be. Kudos for the knife. You made one mistake, though. You appear to have..."

Get up. Keep talking, look like I'm taking a rest, and grab him. Pin his arms behind his back.

"...let me talk."

He doesn't bother anyway, and just puts his knife away. "You're not ready for the military. Get out of my face you pompous gladiator."

[Playergamer]

"Roger that."

Leave. Find a different recruiting station.

[~Neri]

"Thank you madem! I'm Riko by the way, may I ask what your name is?"Riko eats the meat and attempts to eat the bread and drink the water. "Do you by any chance have a mirror or something similar? I want to see what you mean by deathly pale."

[My Name is Immaterial]

Alunk grabs a map of the surrounding area, preferably going out about 100 miles in radius, puts it on the counter and tries to get the man's attention. "I'd like ta buy a map."

((Are dwarves a different race or just little people?))

[Harbingerjm]

Good enough. What time is it, approximately?

[kj1225]

Kyle sips his ale.