|
It's not like the tales the bards tell. War. Not like the tales at all. Where is the glory? The fame? The satisfaction of fighting for a righteous cause? The adoration of the masses whose livelihoods you defended with your blood? Bah. All you got in exchange for your youth and innocence and pain was a pat on the back, barely enough gold to last you a month and that letter of recommendation from your Captain. A letter? What good's a letter? None of the craftmasters want a full grown apprentice. And you don't have the money to buy your way straight into a guild. You have skills, you know you do, but no one wants to give you a chance. Can't eat a letter of recommendation. Can't even flog it. And you can't steal to fill that gnawing in your belly. Too many thieves on the streets these days, too much competition, too many others in the same plight. The Thieves guilds are getting more and more violent in protecting their territory. No one wants to give an ex-soldier a chance. Except another ex-soldier. Old Jeman said he had a job, easy money, a rich patron who wants his lost property found. Perfect for a few resourceful ex-soldiers, wouldn't trust anyone else to do it right, he said. You don't have enough gold or prospects left to be picky. You just hope he's right, hope that this job is worth travelling to a hole like Korrinport for... if the job pays well enough maybe you can use the money to setup your own shop and forget about grovelling for an apprenticeship..
|