"It was only today that my arrival took place, and yet here I sit, with a roof over my head already, and a part of a new company. I heard a great amount of things about them while I was journeying north, and wondered what would they be like.
I imagined the Dawn as a company of brute brigands, who use strength of arm over the force of words, the kind of sellswords I've known all my life. However, they seem nothing like it.
I asked an old man who was sitting on a bench by a small house on the whereabouts of Bree where could I find the Dawn, for I knew they were established around. The old man, despite the fact that himself seemed a part of the furniture, moved to answer me.
"You'll find the lot at the Prancing Pony, an old inn by the top of the city. Seek Fiontann, he's a known man around and he's usually there. Haven't seen the lad recently, though."
I thanked the man and was about to head towards the city, but he proceeded. "But beware lad, for if you intend to hire them, a good service requires a good pay. I'll say no more."
I entered this inn, the Pony, and it was indeed old, but yet busy. There were all sorts of folks around. Some halflings, as I've never seen in my life before, as well as some dwarves. Rugged men and some that resembled the looks of brigands, as well as villagers and beautiful women. Coincidence brought me to a man named Basaran, indeed one of the officers of the Dawn, and his companions named Annsuel and Fastdred. The first Dawners, as they call themselves, I knew since I got here. And they still surprise me, for despite the fact that they're mercenaries, they have a kind heart and are polite to strangers. However, the company seems far less populated than I expected. How can a company of so few men can achieve so much? Perhaps most of them are not around, they are known to travel far to achieve their goals..."
I imagined the Dawn as a company of brute brigands, who use strength of arm over the force of words, the kind of sellswords I've known all my life. However, they seem nothing like it.
I asked an old man who was sitting on a bench by a small house on the whereabouts of Bree where could I find the Dawn, for I knew they were established around. The old man, despite the fact that himself seemed a part of the furniture, moved to answer me.
"You'll find the lot at the Prancing Pony, an old inn by the top of the city. Seek Fiontann, he's a known man around and he's usually there. Haven't seen the lad recently, though."
I thanked the man and was about to head towards the city, but he proceeded. "But beware lad, for if you intend to hire them, a good service requires a good pay. I'll say no more."
I entered this inn, the Pony, and it was indeed old, but yet busy. There were all sorts of folks around. Some halflings, as I've never seen in my life before, as well as some dwarves. Rugged men and some that resembled the looks of brigands, as well as villagers and beautiful women. Coincidence brought me to a man named Basaran, indeed one of the officers of the Dawn, and his companions named Annsuel and Fastdred. The first Dawners, as they call themselves, I knew since I got here. And they still surprise me, for despite the fact that they're mercenaries, they have a kind heart and are polite to strangers. However, the company seems far less populated than I expected. How can a company of so few men can achieve so much? Perhaps most of them are not around, they are known to travel far to achieve their goals..."
