[Child of the 7th Age]

Guthwine

Guthwine glared over in the direction of Lotar and Soran as the two finished up their conversation concerning the new recruits. If truth be told, Guthwine had hoped for better material than this motley crew and, like Soran, thought the best of the lot appeared to be Minastan who, thankfully unlike the others, was not a complete wastrel and crook. Still, he was not about to admit this to anyone.

Guthwine grimaced, took a step forward and hurled back Lotar's words into his face, "A tired battle horse, am I?" The members of the band stood frozen in place with expressions taut as they pondered if a confrontation was about to break out between the newcomer and the leader of their scouting band.

Guthwine swept his eyes over the circle of recruits, placed one hand on his sword belt, and inexplicably burst out laughing. "Well, perhaps you're right. One look at this crew would give any commander a case of foot-dragging."

Guthwine strode over to Lotar and pulled him quietly aside, "Say what you will to the others. But it's time this band did some damage in the neighborhood, and I know just the place to start." Guthwine nodded over in Gareth's direction and raised his voice for all to hear. "I believe that one there has a good notion of a farm that's ripe for pillage." All eyes in the circle turned to focus on Gareth.

[ November 17, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]