Act I

  “Dear priest? Are you okay?”

  The voice made me open my eyes.

  Only to see a familiar pink haired actress of two faces.

  “It’s good to see you too Elira, and yes, I’m fine. . . Thank you for asking.”

  I stood up, while taking a scant look at the young elf lady.

  She wasn’t wearing her gambinson or her shield.

  As she only had her sword in a scabbard, belted to her slim hips.

  “That’s good, so have you decided yet? About our leader’s request?”

  The memory came as Elira asked her questions.

  About me joining their mercenary group, playing the role of support.

  A role that’s been empty ever since they established their troop.

  Atleast if I believe the rumours in the inn, that the innkeeper told me.

  “I like your dress, are you about to date Darius?”

  I asked as I noticed how supple her shoulders were, as her sun dress made her look more like the elven wild beauty she is.

  “What??”

  Her green eyes widened, as her birch pale cheeks pinked into roses.

  “A date? Isn’t that why you're dressed like a pretty doll?”

  The second wave of teasing didn’t work as she shook her head.

  It was adorable that little action, but sadly it calmed her down.

  “No, I’m not on a date. I just normally dress like this. . .”

  She gave an answer even as she looked away from me, avoiding my eyes.

  It made me smile as I started walking, leaving the alley that gave me the privacy I needed.

  My heart was settled as I knew what I must do.

  “Let’s go Elira, I’ll tell Amorette my decision”

  The elven girl wasted nothing as she nodded.

  After that she grabbed my wrist, and then led me forward.

  Guiding me to a cobbled stone building, thrice twice the size of the Cottontail Inn I was staying at.

  It even had a sign board showing a knight’s feathered helmet with two swords behind it.

  Words were scribbled underneath the emblem.

  [Welcome to the Marble Town, Free cities Federation Army Garrison]

  Act II

  In a corner of a warehouse-like hall partitioned with wooden boards.

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  A man and young lady, with the looks of elves spoke to each other.

  Tea steamed infront of the two as it laid on a table made out of a stump.

  “Amorrete, are you sure that this missionary will join your troop?”

  The one who spoke was a muscular but cut man, with light pink hair and black lips.

  “Lazir said he’ll consider it. . .”

  The sleepy eyed troop leader answered, but then paused as she noticed the unfamiliar title.

  “Why do you call him a missionary?”

  The man smiled at the question.

  “It’s the rumor that’s going around. . . A giant from the blazing south, came to Marble town after a flash of golden light, holding a wounded rookie.”

  The feminine faced man smiled.

  “So dumb that he would spend a silver just for a bed and room, but powerful enough to summon greater spirits like it’s nothing.”

  The man spoke in amusement as he wistfully said the rumour he liked the best.

  Amorette didn’t say anything, her sleepy eyes told the man how suspicious she was of him.

  “Are you the one spreading these rumors?”

  The man didn’t respond to the young lady as a commotion erupted at the lobby of the hall.

  “Excuse me, I need to see what’s happening.”

  The elven young lady didn’t stop him.

  As she followed the older pink haired man out of the meeting room, with two cups of tea still steaming.

  Act III

  “Hey now, that’s not too nice to say to each other.”

  A large man compared to those around him chastised gently.

  While holding two ladies struggling, as their feet dangled more than a foot away from the wooden floor.

  One of the youths looked like a mouse with grey fur, the other was an elven girl of cotton pink hair.

  Both had their weapons drawn yet for some reason, they did not dare cut their way free.

  “Let me go, you troll! Knife ear! Call off your damn Troll!”

  The mouse-like young lady yelled as she kept struggling.

  Her struggle was starting to wrinkle her skirted tunic, as I held her by her belt.

  “You rat! Let me go Lazir! I need to teach this trash nibbler a lesson!”

  Elira the elven youth cursed with the same level of venom as the mouse girl in my other hand.

  What should I do? Sigh. . . Why did I end up playing the counseling adult?

  “What’s happening here? Everyone go back to your business.”

  The crowd started to disperse as an older looking pretty boy with pink hair weaved through them all.

  “Oh! You must be that Southern giant I’ve been hearing around town.”

  The feminine man sounded authoritative, immediately reminding me of my father.

  I lowered the two as they looked frozen in fear as they saw the man. . .

  Wait no, it’s not the man Elira was looking at but, is that Amorette?

  “Ha ha ha! How about the three of us talk? While the kids solve their own problems.”

  The pretty man said, making me look down ready to stop the rowdy girls from pouncing on the guy.

  But to my surprise, they were looking away in fear as I felt both sweating.

  I gave in let them both go, as they landed with Thump*

  “I need to go somewhere, bye sergeant.”

  The mouse girl said, as she stood up and forced a casual walk towards the desks of the lobby.

  “Ahem! I need to look for the others!”

  Elira yelled before she ran out of the building she guided me into.

  With her leaving I was alone with Amorette and the pretty man called sergeant.

  Act IV

  “So you want to be a sellsword?”

  The feminine looking man was called sergeant because that was his rank.

  Though truly his name is Caspian Hortus.

  He was dressed a lot better than most of those I've seen.

  As he was wearing a flower embroidered sleeveless doublet over a warm brown woolen tunic and leggings.

  Does being a sergeant mean being a noble in this place?

  Is it the equivalent of being a medieval knight?

  “Yes, I want to join the ‘Amorette’s band’ sellsword troop.”

  After my words left my lips I could see that my future boss was frowning.

  “We will be changing that name soon. . .”

  I guess Amorette doesn’t like that name, I wonder who named her mercenary troop.

  “Ha ha ha! Remember, you can only change the name of your troop after becoming a Unit, rather than a band.”

  There’s rules for changing names? Wow, this sellsword business is more organized than I thought.

  “Your troop needs five more members, so we can register your troop out of trainee probation.”

  Caspian casually detailed as he gave me a look.

  “What does being on probation mean?”

  I asked, still a little dizzy, that this place was a lot more modern than I expected.

  They even have probationary periods for jobs. . .

  “It just means that your troop can’t take on hunting missions against area bosses.”

  Area bosses? Is this a game?

  Caspian smiled as he saw something on my face.

  I was probably shocked because I am, why is such a video game-like term being used?

  “An area boss is the most powerful monster in an area.”

  Amorette answered in her normal reserved tone, her eyes drooping.

  “If you think about it, Knight captain Garrick can be considered the area boss for Marble town.”

  The words made me stiff, as I felt my eyes widen at the smiling black lips of Caspian.