Roleplay from Christopher Stewart
Christopher walked up to the tavern near the docks, The Rose and Two, looked about him and opened the doors. A quick scan of his surroundings revealed a small gathering of locals and the smell of a roast on a spit near the back of the establishment. He noticed some of his fellow warriors who had arrived previously and strode to them. As he did, two canines welcomed him with tails wagging and tongues dripping. He touched them both on the tops of their heads and stepped between them.
Marshal Renodin and Sir MacArbin were near, but Christopher saw no others as of yet. A nod to both took place and he walked to the long, oak bar and tossed a gold coin upon it.
He had been chosen. Hand picked, as it were. He was honored once again to be named to be a part of something important. While moving with an army is the role of a warrior, defending the homeland is just as important, he thought as he stood there. He served King and Crown. He would do so in every order given.
