Gerald had finally reached the next town in his adventures. He patted his horse's neck and smiled. The last town had been quite an adventure. Then again, when a wizard goes critical and starts raising the dead to take over the region, things tend to get messy. Gerald hopped off his mount and walked it into town. His shining platemail glittered in the sun, his mount glistened with sweat. He entered the small town, and started talking to the townsfolk. Many seemed slightly alarmed, but when a rouge knight enters any area, eyebrows tend to raise in his direction. He stopped at a bar, tied his horse to a post, and entered the building. He walked to the bartender, sat down, and waved the man over. "Good day, my fine man, by any chance do you know of any work?" Gerald asked. The bartender seemed taken back by his use of words, that or his accent. He hadn't realized just how far he had traveled till now. The bartender looked at him and answered, "Well now, fancy words, to fancy for me, but yeah, work is pretty easy to find in this town, although, you seem to be a warrior. Not much trouble happens around here that the militia or the gaurds can't handle. But if you want to look, theres an oak post in the middle of town, just down the road. Check it, sometimes merchant caravans request gaurds and such on their travels," the bartender answered. Gerald sighed and rubbed his hand across his jaw. He reached into his pouch and grabbed a few silver coins. Tossing them onto the bar, he gave his thanks, went outside, and grabbed his mount. From what he could tell, he wasn't about to find any work here. Merchant caravans never worked out with him, and he almost always never got paid. That always proved fatal for the merchants. He walked his mount to the center of town, and noticed right when it came into the view the arrow on the pole. Gerald had seen many things, but in a town like this, papers woulnormally be nailed, at least, he thought they would be. He walked up to it, read the paper, and almost leapt for joy.
A body gaurd job, perfect. Action and pay, Gerald thought to himself. He glanced around, located the Hungry Lion's Inn, and headed for it. He tied his mount to a post yet again, and entered the establishment. He looked around, but didn't notice anyone in particular need of a gaurd. He thought he might have the wrong place. He decided to sit and wait. Chances were, whoever it was that needed help would realize that someone in armor like his was obvoisly here for a job. He ordered a drink from the waitress and waited. He hoped this worked out, and that no one here had ever heard of Gerald the Merciless.