Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20160913141844/@comment-27025277-20160918203537

Hrethnar spotted the flyers being put up, but he finished tempering his axe before going to read it. He didn't know what they were about but he'd hoped they'd be a simple bounty.

Not much had been coming through for him to do as a Merc, so he had been trying to stipend that pay with his smithery. Surprisingly though, this was actually pretty easy. Because of all the disappearances as of late, weapons and armor requests had sky-rocketed. Average citizens requested retempering of old blades, shields, and such. Hell he even talked a few unawares into upgrading the metals their previous items had been. A blade was a blade, this is true, but he told them, "Why brandish a butter knife when you can wield a guillotine?" This sold them every time.

Having finished temperance of his blade, Hrethnar now was investigating the flyer.

"Hmmm, a team ay? Well 200 gold is 200 gold...", the Nord thought, scratching his chin.

With a final sigh, he headed to the barracks. Whether this would prove to be worth the time was yet to be seen, but even his increased smith sales wouldn't last forever. He now entered the barracks with his battle axe on his back and his armor donned, awaiting to be approached.