he just misses as you side step his attack you hear the captain shout "how many times do I need to tell you to keep your shield up or you will get your head separated from your shoulders in a real fight" If nothing else you wiped that shit eating grin off of his face.
Throin chuckles to himself as he walks out from the Sergeant’s office and hears the Captain yelling. He’d heard it plenty of times training in the Marshals. The dark-bearded dwarf looks over at the training ground and sees the large Dragonborn circling his opponent. He walks over near the ring and starts asking the nearest guards where he can find the next patrol headed out.
A tall hooded creature, green tail sticking out from under the bottom of the cloak, enters the Weeping Willow Inn and goes up to the bar and talks to the bartender in whispered tones. The Bartender points to a door that leads to the back as the creature moves towards it and then knocks on the door waiting for a response to enter.
David walks out relieves it was that easy to get the position. He goes to the barracks and finds an empty bunk before heading to all the shouting. It seems to be a man and a dragon fighting with wooden sticks while others watch. David overhears the dwarf asking about patrols and comes up. “Would you mind if I came as well? I just got here and would like to get the lay of the land nearby.”
Throin turns to David and says with a grin. "Hello there, I'm Throin. I believe the stables are in back of the inn. Allow me a moment to meet my bunkmate here, and I'll join you.
Turning to the blue dragonborn he says with a smile, "Good fight there. Surprised that whelp got the best of you, but good nonetheless." He continues, "I'm Throin. I suppose we're to be bunkmates. Just headed out on patrol now if you'd like to come along to get the lay of things."
When the others are ready, Throin will make his way over to the stable to check out a horse, check his belongings and head to main gate.
Storm just shrugs, knowing that if it had been real steel the outcome would've been different. He just looks at the man and nods"Honor to Kord, steel would've been a different outcome. I'm called Storm."
At the offer to join a patrol he nods"Sounds good - could use walk." He just waits for the man to show him the way.
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A young half-orc with a face covered in knotted tattoos steps and carrying a staff adorned with apparently living holly leaves steps away from some nearby bushes. With the distraction of the fight and his green and brown clothing blending well with the bushes, he was hard to notice, but now that he is exposed, he seems somewhat hesitant to speak to the others. He looks at each, then takes a deep breath. "I too would like to join this patrol. It will be interesting to see these lands better."
"I am Arthmael of the Nefyd Grove. I hope our meeting will be auspicious."
Arthmael will follow the others to the stables, falling in behind them.