[IRP] Vanguard Rising

[Alusq]

Nichol's travels had not treated him nicely. Until he'd decided to stop caring, that was. As soon as he'd begun to do that, he found, he blended in with the people of western Lycia just fine... or was it southern Etruria at this point? The people that mattered no longer believed there was any distinction, he supposed. A brief stay in a town full of disgruntled mercenaries was all it had taken to meet a few interesting characters until, for whatever reason, one of those characters had compelled him to pursue another one of the characters on a route suspiciously free of any trouble... Finally, he saw the man. He'd been getting tired of sipping.

"Sir Fred!" Nichol shouted the name he somehow remembered a heavily-armed man giving him a week or so south of here. A few heads turned. Ah, blast. Right. Armour. To Nichol's chagrin, he'd been wearing his Imperial guard armour when he had been shambling through the Etrurian hinterlands a few days back only to have been spotted by some locals who'd promptly run away screaming bloody murder... No matter. A few locally-coloured words would be plenty enough to make the townspeople doubt they were glancing at the same man. "'s my honour t' welcome you to the ol' Kingdom, mate!" He feigned a cough as the heads turned away, then seated himself at the table opposite Ambrose. "Or is it you who should be welcoming me...?" He took a gulp of what was, believe it or not, only his first ale for the evening. "Your man mentioned a job?"