Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116020737/@comment-4662333-20191116052333

The dwarven ruins did its job: momentary shelter. Torsten had braved the ruins for a 'quick and easy' job, by his accounts at least, but it was an ash-storm that halted his progress. Now that the storm had subsided, Torsten made his treacherous trek back to Davon's Watch.

It had been a few months since he lost his squad to The Great Eruption, and Torsten has found his freelance work to be much demanded in Davon's Watch. The hitherto Indoril settlement has been a fortified city that withstood much of the brunt of Red Mountain's most devastating eruption, but found a lack of manpower in the front of able fighters. It was due to this exact reason that Torsten found his services were much appreciated in the city.

When he arrived at the gates of Davon's Watch, Torsten found himself subject to a customary interrogation session with the Ordinator standing watch. Fortunately for him, it was someone whom he was familiar with.

"Halt, Outsider! State your business!"

"That voice! Come now, Dravis, you're looking at someone who's done an honest day's work for your beloved city!"

Dravis shook his head. He knew Torsten well, he had been a fine hired sword for the city, but he knew that mercenaries never swears fealty to any party except for money.

"Just the customary checks, Torsten. I'm sorry, but no one is above the law in Davon's Watch."

Torsten had always respected Dravis' by-the-books approach and no-nonsense attitude. Their discipline was something that Torsten would've appreciated had he still held his post as a Legion Captain, "Go ahead, Dravis."

After the checks were complete and several questions were asked and answered, Dravis allowed passage for Torsten to enter the city of Davon's Watch where he eagerly collected his pay and retired to The Watch House inn for the day - deserved rest soon followed for the Nord.