Edair Duril vs the World OOC:
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[ +- ] Edair
Edair is a middle aged human of average height, he has long black hair and a beard, he has a rather unfriendly demeanor and usually has a scowl on his face, he wields a greatsword on his back.
He was born into poverty and there wasn’t much opportunities growing up, at the age of 18, he joined his town guard as a watchman, a few years after later, he had enough of the mundane guard work and only recently doing mercenary work. He has a moral code for clients that hire him.
Eldair had wound up in the dwarven city of Gamulur after his last job as caravan guard. Not feeling optomistic he saught another employer, the last being a bit too stingy on his promised "bonus" payments for fighting and other hazardous activities. Dwarves were not known to hire humans as guards but still he had caught work of an organization that had been recruiting from this area the last town back. He found the recruiter and found the base wages much better.
The next morning found him floading down river with several other guards on large heavily laden supply barges. The trib was uneventful save catching the edge of one of those new Border Storms. Other than the weather rocking the boat they suddenly found the watter rising to form mist elementals that enjoyed teasing the guards and boatmen. Luckily the captaib was a vetran river master and new the way well enough to avoid crashing the boat and eventually the elementals blew away with the storm.
As Eldair steps off the boat onto the wooden planks of the dock with the other guards he looks around. The butle looks much like any other river port town. The dock hands work to unload the barges under the instruction of an older man who bellows everything.

Miros Xelbrin
You lot there! get out of the way. We don't mind the company but you stopping the unloading of the ale. And everyone know the day isn't done till the ale is safely stored in the tavern.
Get along there.
The guardmen move along, the slower ones getting "acciddentally" bumped and jostled as the dock rats move crates. At the end of the dock are some step up into the dockhouse, a rough stone structure that looks half old and ruinous and half new made. Just inside the cool shade a tall hard faced man and guard await.

Tyren
Right, I'm Captain Tyren, leader of the Silver Fang mercenaries and captain of the guard here abouts. You can sign up with me or make your way to the office with the Sergeant here. They will sort you out.
Guards on me and with that he turns and strides off, obviously expecting to be obeyed.

Guard
The guard stand watching as you and your comrades sort yourselves out.
Let me know if you follow the captain to be a camp guard or go with the seargent to explore other options. Give me a sence of your attitude and add some OOC on prefered encouters or adventures.