[h3][b][i][center][color=a36209]Saul Kent[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a36209]Location:[/color][/b]Crossed Swords Tavern.
[b][color=a36209]Interacting With:[/color][/b]Kyra [/center]


[color=a36209]“Wisdom an me, we never did see eye to eye.” [/color]He stretched out, not realising he was sighing slightly as he took the weight off his injured leg.

[color=6ecff6][right]Somewhere in the crowd, someone found the courage to pick up a lyre. Their voice was strong, able to carry mostly over the hubbub and conversation in the inn.

[i]Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die![/i] [/right][/color]

[color=a36209]“Yeah, I'm here for the booze. I was pretty much out, and I don't see the sense in dying sad.”[/color] He raised the rotgut to his lips again and mostly kept a straight face as he took a few gulps. [color=a36209]“Investigating, you say?”[/color]

[color=6ecff6][right][i]Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die![/i] [/right]
[/color]

[color=a36209]“You don't look like a marshal of the law...although you do have the smirk for it.”[/color] He placed the bottle on the table, shifted slightly in his seat. [color=a36209]“But I am looking for more than just bad booze, a good bed, and a cheap girl.”[/color]

[color=6ecff6][right][i]Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die![/i] [/right][/color]

[color=a36209]“I took a nasty fall on the way here, an I'm looking for a priest. That's why [i]I'm[/i] here.”[/color] The implication was that he wanted to ask the priest to heal him. The fall had nothing to do with his injury of course, and the injury was nothing to do with the real reasons he felt a pressing need to find a priest. But the clear implication was otherwise.[color=a36209] “What are you investigating? I might be able to help.”[/color]

[color=6ecff6][right][i]Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die![/i] [/right][/color]

[color=a36209]“An I do believe in my rush to introduce myself earlier, I rather forgot to do exactly that.”[/color] He held out a grubby and slightly calloused hand. [color=a36209]“I'm Saul.”[/color]