Chapter 1
A Gathering.
The Following Morning.
The big man, Morcal waited for Robin outside the man's home. He stared about annoyed into the street, the dawn light was particularly bright. He'd been awake most of the night. A man and woman walked too close to him so he opened his mouth and tapped the hilt of his sword. It had a rather large blade that made them scurry along.
Morcal leaned up against the building.
Robin emerged a little while later, thinking deeply.
“You alright?” Asked Morcal.
Robin shook his head and walked off, “come on.”
Morcal followed.
They arrived at the hall a short time later. Outside was a large wagon hitched to a donkey. There was a crowd gathered inside but Robin (with help from the larger Morcal) managed to get himself onto a small podium they had set up.
Before him was all the people he asked to be there, fighters, warriors, people he knew to be good at what needed to be done. Also people who had traveled into the wastelands many times.
“You'll probably know why I asked you here, I won't bother with explaining it.” Robin called out over the people, “I'm going into the wasteland to hunt down a demon but I'm going to need some help.” Robin looked out over the crowd, some of the people gathered had already began to push themselves out. Traveling into the wasteland was not for everyone.
Nearby the door a woman caught the interest of Robin, she was rather short with blonde hair. He nudged Morcal and nodded in her general direction.
“Right.” Grunted Morcal.
Robin focused on those that remained. “For any that come, I promise gold. Some now, some when we get back.” He shoved his thumb at the chest on the stage behind him before flicking it open. There were sacks in there. He lifted one out and opened it into his hands, the gold chimed.
“So, that's that, who's in?”
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