[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[Andy]

"First off, how the blazes do you know the goings on of a noble's family? Second off, watch where you're pointing that thing, woman!" Ambrose growled, knocking the spearhead out of his face with a vambrace. He turned to the more reasonable person of the two to answer his inquiries. "Hard not to take it personally when someone threatens your life over an opinion. Particularly a long-held and many-times-proven one," Ambrose replied, leaning back against the wall again. "And no, I'm not from here. I arrived looking for work two days ago, and aside from menial, intra-town jobs, I haven't found any jobs that require my skills. The place has been like this at least since then. Almost like they're waiting for something."

The mercenary shifted his weight from his left leg to his right and crossed his arms. "In any case, the name's Ambrose Frederick Locke. Call me Fred. And if you two are going to get to the bottom of this... thing that's come over the town, count me in. From the look of it, you'll need all the help you can get."