Re: Chapter 1: Through the Pass (from Grenzstadt to Akendorf)
Nik relents along with the others, grudgingly surrendering his weapons into the wagon, but when the burly Georg holds a hand out for the reigns Maurice gives a surprisingly indignant scowl at the man and stubbornly folds his arms across his flabby chest. "Hrmph! Think I'd trust a stranger with this load, with these beasts, what I've coaxed cross hill, vale, battle and terror with naught but this whip and these hands? You must be mad! I've held my post before bandits and beasts, you don't frighten me nor do you give me orders! Why, I ought-"
His uncharacteristically rising temper is stemmed by a fierce glare from the Count, who simply steps in front of Georg and holds his hand out for the reigns, which the red-faced servant hands over without a further word of protest, just a steady grumble and a spiteful chewing. "Now is neither the time, nor the place, old badger; steady on." The Count keeps his servant's gaze for a moment before handing the reigns to the big priest behind him; before they are passed off he holds his grip stubbornly, forcing the stronger man to tug it from his grasp while wearing a mask of civility. When the pass is finally complete, the Count adds sternly "My man will check the load throughout our stay; make whatever arrangements are necessary with your sentries."
During his interview, the Count is careful to observe the proper civilities, knowing he is representing more than himself, and sticks to the truth of the story; he is somewhat nervous about the episode at the first gate, having to explain that he had hired a wanted man without knowing it, and is suddenly concerned about how much of their defense comes down to ignorance and poor luck. From the few courts he had attended, he remembered those as flimsy defenses indeed.
Perhaps impertinently, as the interview nears it's end, the Count asks a few questions of his own; who had the girl been, and where was she now? He believed she was some sort of agent of theirs, but would not forgive himself if she had been taken by the mob during the confusion.
For his part, Maurice's interview consists of a staring match between himself and Acht, punctuated by the occasional flat, one-word response.
Later that evening, the Count and Maurice join the others at the hostel, both taking advantage of the services with an order of eggs, beef and beer. He felt as if he should say something, but words failed him.
When Nigel asks about the destination and the wage, it is Maurice that answers from behind his mug. His mood seems to have improved to his usual self. "Our first destination, master archer, is the city of Akendorf; not far now, just on the other side of the pass, and once there of course I shall pay out the lads' wages. The Count," he raises his glass before continuing, "and I will then take on a new load and a new destination, which we would be very grateful for your company, under similar contract naturally. Which reminds me!" he snaps his fingers, sets down his mug, and draws forth a small stack of paper, a pen, and an inkwell. "Must have you make your mark, Mr. Plaskitt, keeps everything nice and square and honest, eh? This guarantees your insurance and ensures that, should anything happen, your wages will go to your people."
OOC
Would you believe, the wage and destination thing has come up before and the results were not pretty. What I mean to say is I'm not trying to be intentionally evasive, but we're still not 100% sure just how much is going to be made of the load nor has there been an official agreement on what a fair wage of a travelling caravan guard/PC adventurer actually is. Whatever happens, I promise everyone a full fair share.
10:09, Today: Nikolaas von Richtgraf rolled 10 using 3d6. Diplomacy 11.
I also have Savoir Faire (Military & High Scoiety) if they would be appropriate.