Two Sorens Meet

[Zarr]

The large Soren waited impatiently, still waiting to celebrate for  his arrival to this small village which was already making him think he made a bad decision leaving his homeland for this.  So much for the short line, he could only wonder how much interogation was going on at the front and how much paper work would probably need to be filled out.  It was not like this village was a grand castle or something.  His kin could easily have taken it if they wanted to.


Oy!  What is taking so long?  Zarr is thirsty.  Can someone bring me some ale?

[Ramir]

Zarr's complaining is only met with stern looks, but no response otherwise. It wasn't very likely the town guard were about to serve him ale at the gate. Other people gave him an odd look again, but went on about their day, as had the townsfolk from earlier.

[Zarr]

Bah!

He began to grumble as he continued to wait.

[Ramir]

... and wait....

[Zarr]

...and wait ... until he fell asleep, leaning on his large axe.  The Soren even began to snore, pretty loud to most people.

[Ramir]

"Sir! SIR! Vagrancy is frowned upon. If you'll kindly walk this way, we'll see to processing you immediately."

The guard that addressed him was not the same as the one earlier, this chap was younger. He indicated a average sized doorway at the base of the gate-tower.

[Zarr]

Being awaken from his sleep, Zarr almost fell off his axe.

Huh?! What?!

Seeing the guard he lowers his axe and then nods to follow him through the door, that he had to duck his head since he was taller than most men in this village.

Could you have made this entrance any smaller?

[Miroslaw]

Miroslaw leaned up against the gate wall and waited. He really didnt mind much, as he had few other plans. Then a couple hours passed and Miroslaw actually started to get irritated. Regardless, he was not about to pass up the opportunity to welcome a fellow Soren into Wistvale. They were far and few between and Miroslaw was eager to befriend one.

[Ramir]

"Could you show some damn respect?"

Behind a desk was a rather important looking officer, with an important looking expression sat. He had a stack of paperwork and furled brow and gave Zarr a very harsh look before no longer looking at him at all.

"You understand that due to your earlier unwillingness to cooperate with the town guard, you're to be questioned prior to your entry into the town. I'd appreciate it if you humor me with your compliance and perhaps even make an effort to not complain. I'll be asking questions and you'll be answering, nothing more.

Your name?"

That question sounded like a command.

[Zarr]

Zarr... Dragant.

His eyes looked about the room. not really interested in having a conversation with the guard.  But if he had to be there, he'd have to comply with everything they asked of him.

[Ramir]

The officer wrote down Zarr's name in a rather large book, in a rather red ink. He didn't look at the Soren but instead, continued to question him.

"And your business in Wistvale?"

[Zarr]

Zarr in search of a new home and new life.

Scratching his head before looking back at the guard he then noticed the rather  large book the guard was writing on.  He wondered what was in it.

[Ramir]

"Right. A refuge then, unemployed, no?"

The guard didn't look impressed in the slightest. Still, he had more questions.

"Please state your trade or present occupation."

[Zarr]

Zarr not a refuge... Just wants to explore.

No trade for Zarr or ocupation yet.  Zarr just got here.... Uhm... are you hiring?

The Soren thought that maybe the guard was trying to give him a hint to join there ranks.  At this point, he was up for working anywhere really.

[Miroslaw]

Miroslaw was on his last nerve. What was taking so long? He finally moved from the wall to take a gander at the line. When met with not large Soren in the line, Miroslaw nearly lost it. He should have checked sooner. No telling where he had gone now. He better not have wasted such a magnitude of time waiting on the Soren that was not coming. He pushed his anger down and politely asked the guard with a smile, “Where has Zarr gone to?”