Snippet #2251704

Outside Bloodfang Caves
Crimson Blade Encampment, outskirts

Victor was always cautious of jobs that seemed easy, and this job seemed quite easy. Not only that, but he was going to be working with a rather large group of mercenaries. He was always more suited to smaller engagements, ones that let him concentrate and use his halberd in its proper style. They also tended to involve escorting, which suited him both physically and morally: He didn't like elimination missions or other work involving direct attacks on people. This was a better job in that vein, though, as according to the missive the Blades would be staving off orc attacks at the Caves. It wasn't a "lost cause" that his inner Paladin loved to take more for a moral victory than for pay, but it was honorable work, staving off those half-breed...things.

Of course, that was assuming he ever got there. The road seemed intolerably long, and he was about ready to cook in his armor, despite that he was riding, not walking. He had seen smoke rising in orderly columns, the mark of a camp rather than an inferno, a while ago, and hoped the roads would lead to it, assuming it was the Blades encampment. What the hell else would it be?

At length, he finally arrived. The flags around and a few somewhat familiar faces confirmed things for him. He glanced around a bit before he found the Captain, a man he recognized from previous assignments. He slowed Sirius, then dismounted before the horse had quite stopped. He held the reins tightly as he continued forward and addressed the man in a voice more like a dull rumble than a mutter. "Morning, Kefir. Quite an operation you have here. Where am I needed?" Right to the point.