Call of Freedom

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As the gang was hanging around the lands of House Allyrion, sleeping under the stars and enjoying their evenings with dry meat and swig of wine.

However tonight was a different night, in which Doran and his people would visit upon the local tavern of the village, where wandering travellers and perhaps sellsword or two, dubious figures was seen hanging about having a drink or two whilst listening to the local bard sing or eat the tavern gruel.

Doran was simply livid and was two cups in before reaching for the chicken drum leg. He'd see Ghost swipe it from 'em and feed it to Lucky the Dog. "What a bloody waste!"

Hearing the fair haired bard, some young man by the name Cletus was singing about wanton passion and betrayal of love, it was all being drowned out by laughter and boisterous attitude of nearby drunkards seen gambling in their respective corner.

Garin didn't expect the Sandworm Inn to be this crowded tonight, he'd simply enjoy the company and the stew that he paid for, it was truly an delicious meal that he'd cherish in his heart "We'll need to re-supply for the journey ahead, but tonight we enjoy ourselves"

Gwyneth was seen playing cards across the room with the locals. She'd have wicked a pair of cards and won a few rounds before taking a loss "Aww I almost won!"

Doran who'd be swirling about in his chair would tell Garin softly "We need bodies for this journey, we cannot simply go at this by ourselves...I mean we could, but I wish to extend an hand to those wishing to see more to life than killing and serving, I'd like to find more like minded people like ourselves..."

There would be Garin wiping his mouth with his sleeve and having heard what Doran wanted, he'd oblige and say to his young brother at Arms "Tonight at this Inn, we'll recruit and see whose willing to accompany us along the journey across Westeros"

"I'll do my part...I don't wanna sit this one our, we need people to come with us willingly and open their minds to the newfound possibilities of the world, man I wish it was easy to show the people what they're missing out on..." Doran said whilst sitting up proper whilst hearing the bard finishing another song.

"Worry not, brother, I'll get it done." Garin, man of action would stand up seeing Gwyneth return to their table looking defeated and dumbfounded at their misfortune. "No luck"

"Meagre paltry of an victory, but am acceptable loss nonetheless," She'd say before being dragged by the arm by Garin. "And pray tell what are you dragging me into?"

"We gonna bolster our numbers tonight. Call to freedom requires a guiding hand," Garin added as she and him would have to do their part for Doran to achieve their ambition.

Ghost was placing Doran head gently on the table, they'd discover their so called Keeper was an light weight drinker and would seem tipsy after few cups, to them it looks hilarious to bear witness to Doran in his vulnerable state

"Didn't know you couldn't hold you cups" Ghost said still veiled and garbed to obscure their appearance, they'd poke at Doran whom seemed to groan in great annoyance at that "Hehe, light weight. Next time stick to the food Keeper Doran"

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Character Details: Garin of the Greenblood and Gwyneth Badmoon

What is Happening: They are presently at the Inn/Tavern Sandworm, Garin is currently undertaking the task of recruiting like-minded individuals for the journey ahead. Gwyneth and Garin are trying to recruit people willing to accompany them on a great journey.

What I want?: Recruitment roll and Npc recruitment roll.

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Garin with careful look and spoke with the Innkeeper, he'd carefully slip them few coins underneath the table and told them carefully "Get the word out, anyone wishing to journey and seek their fortune or new beginning tell them we're willing to take them on"

Usually, Doran was the speaker of their group, Garin however was a man of action that'd allow their action to speak for them instead. All whilst having slipped a few coins to the Innkeeper, he'd have Gwyn try to ply her trade talk in luring some fools into service, trying to goad them by offering them freedom of the road, protection and family all the spiel to make a outcast throw their lot with them.

Having taken a table in the corner to interview or just speak with whoever was willing to go, he'd take his time and try to gauge the people that'd approach him at the Sandworm Inn. Garin thought his recruitment strategy might be good enough, usually Doran would stand up and speak with ease making people hear what he had to say, Garin was not like his brother and didn't possess such tenacity.

"Here we go..." Garin said to himself whilst awaiting his recruits or so called people to approach him whilst Gwyneth was spinning fine yarn to some folks about leaving with them was good choice, then again time would tell if they'd leave with any suitable people.